[Despite the translucency of Luke's projected form his hand is firm and solid on her shoulder...and for a moment she's struck by nostalgia. All those nights of her father meeting her in spirit form to talk with her every month; it leaves a bittersweet smile on her lips as she looks up at her friend.]
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I am well enough, thank you Luke.
And what about you, Ms. Sunrider? Are you well?