Light listened silently, nursing her own drink and the slight, residual warmth of Wen Qing's hand against hers. The doctor's life had been a series of battles of an entirely different nature to hers, she knew, but their feelings for their siblings were, at least, something universal.

"You thought you'd never get to see him again... and then there he was. After one miracle, why not hope for another? Maybe..." she trailed off, took a sip of the liquor. Let the taste and warmth of it settle against her tongue. "At least now he knows you're safe here. Even if you can't see him, you're connected."