"Good, I'm glad." Her smile returns, cautiously optimistic. She knows there's more he probably has to recover from than the physical injuries he endured, but it's a start.

"I thought I had gone crazy when I first came here," she admits, "Or that I was dreaming." She takes a thoughtful look around, trying to compare what she sees to her religion's description of the afterlife. "Well... it's no Elysian Fields, but it's not Tartarus, either. It can still be a Purgatory, though... just a metaphorical instead of a literal one."