Settling into the chair, she was acutely aware of a dull thud in her ears, her own racing pulse. She pressed a hand to her chest, smiling to herself and shaking her head. "I came as soon as I saw your message. I couldn't find - who I wanted to." She didn't want to say his name. L seemed to be a receding memory already, what with the sight and sound and scent of Sweeney right in front of her. Smiling, she tucked her hair behind her ears and felt her eyes grow damp. "You're really here."