Rosette was still crying, but in relief. She was back in connection with her body. She could see and feel again, and it didn't matter that all she felt was sore - she was back, and she had Chrno, and she was safe, and that was all she needed, all that mattered.

She turned her head slightly, looking to Chrno. He was in his full form...that's right, she'd opened the seal...but it was closed now, so this wouldn't last for very long. Weakly, she raised a hand and gently touched the bare skin of his abdomen. The warmth - being able to feel that warmth - sent a fresh wave of tears down her cheeks. "Chrno," she managed quietly, having so much to say and being completely unable to find the words. "Chrno...oh, God..." She was sobbing in earnest now, clinging with that one hand to his jacket with what little strength she had left. She was exhausted, she was hurt, and a part of her was still terrified - of the people in black, of what they had done to her, of relapse.

More than anything else, however, she just wanted someone to stay with her. She needed Chrno there. With no words, no way to tell him that, she simply nestled against him, clung to his jacket, and cried.