[it grabs her attention, all right. her head whips up, and upon seeing him, relief instantly channels through her. maybe it's his turn to pay her back, with the healing magic and everything. but, being rin, she can't allow him to catch that relief, so instead she sort of scowls at him while he runs up.

she's glad you're happy, ashraf.]

It's more like I need an arm. —Preferably to keep this one. It's important. If I lose it...

[she shivers and hunches up her shoulders.]

... it won't be pretty, for a while.