"Any of that blood yours?" she asks, the end of her caduceus staff opening and omitting a gold light before he even has the chance to confirm or deny. Look, she worries, okay?

"And oh, how rarely that was the case, hmm?" There's laughter to her voice as she closes the distance between them to give him a quick hug. The smell of his cigar is heavy on him, but that just brings back memories of their time together in Overwatch. Smells are a powerful trigger that way.

"You have been well, I hope?"