She couldn't have described the feeling she had as she watched Jamie limp towards her. Perhaps it was a mix of hurt and relief. To see him in pain didn't settle well with her, but to know that both him and Shiro had survived the island of death put aside any of the fears that had clouded her all throughout the week. Before Layla could will her legs to move toward them both, Jamie was there, arms around her, holding her not nearly as tight as his Most Awesome Hugs had been before, but tight enough. Winding her own arms around the back of his neck, Layla kept herself close to him until he lowered her back down to her feet. His apology caught her off guard. As she loosened her arms from their hold on him, she started to say, "Jamie --" but the sight of someone else, the sound of his voice stopped her from going any further.
Lame or not, any kind of greeting from Shiro would do at this point and this one especially had the rare reaction of a smile from the blonde. "They're all getting your parade ready, McFloats," she told him. And as great as it was to have Jamie hold onto her, there was someone else who deserved a hug, too. Giving a glance to Jamie, one of knowing and telling, that she could tell him what he needed to know at a later point, Layla did something ... maybe a little unexpected.
Her hold on Jamie was loose, loose enough for her to reach that arm's length and pull Shiro-- floating and all-- closer to them so she could give him a hug, too.