She makes note- distantly- to amend this tangled mass somehow. Later. Right now there is a solid pulse and a life she can once again slot in her schedule as present.

Which of course means the earlier complaints are true.

"It is good to see you as well." Even if she's spent longer with her eyes closed and pressed into Herian's wild hair and/or shoulder than she has looking at her. "The days have been far too calm."

Her life bereft of regular migraines. Well. Herian migraines at the very least.