Alive? [ He trails off, and she picks up. An easy game of back and forth; the concept her soul being sundered should make her more uncomfortable than it actually should. And yet she sees him, and the part of her that was anxious seems to just ... melt away. The thought alone should alarm her, and yet her smile threatens grow wider when his appears.

The peace is nice. At least for the moment. The visceral, inexplicable feeling of rightness is something she's learned to take whenever she can, for the moments few and far in between. ]

I am, for the record. Which would only mean that you are, as well — unless I managed to draw my last breath while I was standing in the middle of Mor Dhona.

[ A possibility. She doesn't look nearly alarmed about this as she should ( probably because she doesn't believe it; and rarely is she wrong ). ] I suppose that means congratulations are in order, for better or for worse. [ Her hand twitches up for a second, before her whole body freezes and her brows furrow ever so slightly before all of that smooths away just as quickly as it appeared. ] A — third chance, now? Is it? [ And a wink, as the last of her relief shifts into nonchalance and she's grinning like she normally does, eyes bright and teasing as she turns to the table of food. ]

Tell me you haven't forgotten your table manners.