[ Her foot's slid back already, like she's ready to jump right into the fray despite missing her scythe. Doesn't matter what she's lacking, frankly; if she needs to, she'll go in with her fists, whatever it takes. Her fingers are holding another handful of cards, waiting for their assailants to make their decisions.

But they're already grabbing up their friend and making a beeline out, and the relief is palpable. The cards are banished from her fingers as she turns towards Gustave. And for a moment, she just...needs to look at him.

Really needs to look at him. To memorize him.

And then she's closing the distance to throw her arms around him. For a fleeting few seconds, her face is buried in his shoulder, letting the crushed leather stop her eyes from stinging. When she pulls back just enough to look at him, Sciel's grin is wide and broad. ]

I know, I know. But I love to jump in to things, yeah?

[ And all the better to know it was for a good cause: to be by his side and to help. She squeezes him and claps his shoulder. ]

You get here all right? I looked for everyone. Maelle, Lune... [ Verso, Monocco. Even Esquie. ] But when I didn't see anyone, didn't see any flags, I didn't know what to think.