Kirito's got a snack in one hand that he had been just about to bite into when he heard the sound of someone crying. He's not surprised; after all, being kidnapped, no matter the circumstances or the bright cheery atmosphere of the place, it's still a lot to take in. It's an emotional roller coaster to think you'll never see home again, or that you at least may not be able to see it for a long, long time.

He sighs, going to tuck his snack back into his bag, before he follows the sound of sniffles. He wasn't expecting to see the familiar long, red hair tied in that classic braided style that Asuna always wore. He stares for a moment, trying to process through the shock, before he goes to slowly approach her. Maybe it's just someone who looks like Asuna...

But then she's wiping at her eyes and apologizing without really looking at him and he knows for sure it's her. He doesn't even hesitate as he goes to all but tackle her, arms wrapping around her tightly as he knocks them both into the grass. His head is getting buried against whatever part of her he's landed on, his eyes shut tight.

"You're here."