Truthfully, she doesn't know if she's keeping more from him. Not in the sense of actively holding back information, because he's here and she's already told him that she spent the better part of this year getting ready for this; she doesn't have much else to keep mum about. But there are things that she can't explain to him, that she can't verbalize at all, to anyone. They're something deeper than conscious thoughts and actions, and she doesn't think they used to be there, but it's getting harder and harder to remember the way things were before. Before the Singularity. Before Abraxas.

But she knows she is physically all right, in the immediate sense. She feels... stable. More whole than she felt before she left. As if something has been put back into its place. She nods again, then slowly rises to her feet. For a moment, her legs are a bit shaky, unsteady like a newborn deer. It's tough to say whether that comes from the general disorientation of being back in the real world, or whether it's the result of lying immobile for two and a half weeks. Her fingers tighten slightly around his, but she doesn't stumble or fall back down.

"My bag," she says, with a sense of sudden realization. She's not sure where it went, at least in relation to where they are now. "Did you find my bag?"