The minute Tear heard her name she was alert and on her feet. Her eyes swept the cobblestone street until she spotted the familiar figure approaching.

Well, Tear had been planning to take this calmly enough, but it was another matter entirely having a redhead barreling through a crowd towards you. Luckily he managed not to bump into anyone, and it was also a good thing that none of the people were paying much mind to this scene as it unfolded.

It was one thing for an acquaintance to tell you that your comrade was alive, another completely to see it for yourself. She allowed herself to relax a little. Luke was all right. He was really all right. Except that he was gasping for air, of course.

The first few steps were a bit hesitant, but Tear closed the distance, stopping to stand a few feet away from him.

"You idiot... You didn't run the entire way, did you?" He was always doing that - rushing into things. Even when he stopped to think about the matters at hand, he still rushed into them.

It was silly, but she almost felt like crying. Maybe she was crying, she didn't know for sure.