Having him close brought a wave of calm over her and when he places his hands over her, she gave a soft sigh and smiled. It had been... a long time, hadn't it? It was hard for her to tell, it had felt like sleeping almost, how time felt like it past in a flash.

"I... I don't remember. I remember dying." Her voice feels like it doesn't belong to her, all from disuse. "And then I woke. Here."

With that awful alarm blaring, making her ears and head ache. The only blessing was having him there and none of her memories seemed to be missing. The only problem was that all of this was new for her, both alike and not to Zarathustra.