[It says something that the first thing Matt expects from a friend is a punch, doesn't it? But Pyrrha doesn't oblige, stretching her fingers out in solid points against his back. He's here, he didn't die on her, and she doesn't quite realize she's shaking until he puts his arms around her in return, and she can't help her relieved smile - though it does nothing for her heart rate returning to normal. She's still worried.]

Does it, now?

[It's obvious from her tone that she doesn't quite believe him, but still, the fact that he's here, flesh and bone, in front of her, is currently overshadowing everything else. It's times like this that she wishes he had aura - well, there's no doubt in Pyrrha's mind that the people of Earth have aura, is just that she isn't sure if it would unlock the same way it did on Remnant - to protect him. She squeezes Matt's hand back, and makes no move to take it away. God, she's so glad he's alive. She has missed him just about more than she can bear, and to come so close to losing that -
Pyrrha's other hand cards through the hair at the back of Matt's head, and then she's resting her hand fully on his neck, thumb over his pulse point so she can feel it.]

Just that you were trapped and a...a building collapsed on you? [Pyrrha manages to take her eyes off his face for a moment, taking in the rest of his outfit. She can imagine what new scars must lurk beneath the loose clothing.] ...and that you've made some friends. I couldn't - I couldn't hear the rest. I had to see.