[Inside, Summer's still freaking out over Yang's injury and her reaction to seeing her. But she keeps it crushed down. She can break down somewhere else, on someone else's shoulder, when this is all done.

For now, she forces a calm, soothing smile onto her face, focusing on the fact that she is really seeing her daughter again, that Yang, despite the arm and the gash across her ribs, seems to be doing pretty well. Physically, at least. Her eyes lock with Yang's as they finally open, and she nods, just slightly.]

I'm here, Sunflower. I'm sorry I've been away so long.

[As if she'd just left on a trip one day and hadn't been able to get back until now. And the irony in that comparison is so thick Summer wouldn't be surprised if one could cut into it and serve it on a sandwich.

She reaches out with one hand, not actually touching Yang but offering her hand if Yang thinks she can bear it. Her voice is specifically light as she brings the subject back to where it probably should be at the moment.]

Looks like you've got another scrape, dearest. Can you be a brave girl and show me so I can patch you up?