Rabastan chuckled, the sound a soft, effortless rumble in his chest. He had missed her, the way she wore her heart on her sleeve for him to see, her exuberance, the way she so clearly loved their family. What had been days for him had evidentally been months for her, so he could hardly imagine how bad that had been.

"Hello." He somehow freed one hand to tap the tip of her nose with the same gentle playfulness she had used to poke at his nose. "I hope you're quite comfortable up there, Meda Lestrange." Teasingly, Rabastan put his arms around her shoulders and then rolled them to the side, so that she was close to falling off of the sofa. There was never really any danger of her falling, because he had a firm grip on her and because he didn't roll very far, he was just using an old, familiar game from when she was a child to try to keep that happy look firmly on her face where it belonged.