"As am I," Alana echoed after her dear nephew. She was a bit torn at the moment for what she wanted to do. Part of her practically wanted to interrogate her brother, to discover everything that she missed and vice versa, to have a real understanding of who he had become in this changed world and where he fit in it. He was still the hero in her eyes, reminding her more of their father whose fate was unknown. Ah, he would be so proud of his son. Luke could have someone to look up to, a real man, of strong character and conviction. Role models were important, after all.
The other part of her just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep. There was just... so, so much that had happened and Alana felt she had to keep going for Luke. But now Brannon was here and for the first time since Michael died, there was a feeling of safety and security. Alana might actually sleep well tonight for a change, or at least, not continuously wake up with a start.
She took a step back, too, in realization that she probably was invading Leah's personal space. Gosh, it hardly seemed socially inacceptable to be in someone else's personal space when one had lived in a rather large house but still always near to someone. Even still, they were now in such a small space... Oh, goodness, her thoughts were getting muddled again and all the while, she found herself staring at her brother.
"Bans, what are you going to do tonight? Do you have to leave?" Her eyes fell on his knee a beat before they found his gaze. "How's your knee?" Of course, she could be selfish and ask him not to leave them, not now, but it hardly seemed fair if he was in fact in pain.