[action] \o\
[It's only because she can feel Zelgadis, somewhere, that she's able to avoid becoming near sick with worry like when Irisviel was taken-- and the knowledge that the more the morning passes without result, it means the area of possibility is shrinking and she is naturally getting closer to him anyways. She's more than a little pleased(and consoled) when that thought turns out to be correct, when the link becomes stable enough to be able to make an almost beeline towards the source and she promptly does so, to an apparently unused apartment in a less frequented area.
There's no doubt he's here at this point, and yet she balks once in the doorway. Nervousness? At what she may find, even though she feels no danger from her side or his. Or guilt then, at what he may think of his failure of a knight...
His voice-- yes, it's clearly his voice and no one else's-- makes her start out of her musings when it calls out from below, and then it's all thrown to the wind as she darts down to the basement without care for the stairs. Hitting the landing at a ridiculous speed doesn't faze her, no, she's too caught up in him actually being there; eyes a little wide in silent staring, before her words and breath of relief come out as one in a rush]
...You are alright. [Just that, the first thing that matters]