[ Don't worry, she might not be able to Read over the phone, but she knows a pout when she hears one. ]

You were an... accessory to my recovery, if I recall. [ An accessory much like tying a jingle bell to a stealthing assassin, but for once, by no fault of his own. She lets out a sigh, listing more weary than it is irritated. ] Frankly, this is all the least of what you ought to be apologizing for. Neither of us were in our right minds. Akira understands just as well, of that I am certain.

[ And honestly, she hasn't talked to much of anyone lately, on account of feeling weird. Restless and frustrated and frayed over the whole ordeal, of having what little sense of self she still retains scrambled such. ]

Regardless of your success, yes, I suppose that is twice now that you have come for me. I should thank you.