[The gesture is… appreciated, really, in the way that Connor doesn’t attempt to analyze how to react to it, what to say. Perhaps it'ss the heavy weight of practically having to reboot himself, waiting for that period for everything to slide back into the category of normalcy again, that he choses not to expend the effort, and merely accepts it for a sign of friendship and camaraderie.

Maybe he’s glad that he’s all right, too, and to be in the company of a friend once more. Maybe it’s because the tension of everything has slowly drained away, from everyone with the Storm gone.]

Thank you, Arenvald. The sentiment is mutual.

[His mouth tilts up in a slightly crooked grin, just a whisper of a thing.]

Our next mission, whatever it is… I will do my best to avoid this level of consistent danger.