[ Riza stands still for the briefest of moments, and then her arms enfold Mey-Rin and hold her close. It's a warm, tight embrace that Riza holds as long as she dares. She might well be trapped here, unable to free herself to take the bath or even stumble into bed. ]
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I'm glad you're alright, Mey-Rin.
[ She exhales softly. ]
I'm very glad.