[She only barely registers his words, too busy searching his face for proof that he is, in fact, real and alive and not another illusion. But illusions aren't warm and solid, like his forearm under her hand.

He's back.

She snaps back the salute out of habit, a smile spreading on her face despite the severity of the situation.]

It's good to see you back, sir. Things have changed quite a bit since you've been gone.

[But there'll be time for explanations later. For now, she straightens, glancing around.]

We need to get you back to Oska first.