[ A fist... instead of an open hand. Katrina has seen other humans do this. Mindful of her strength, she makes a fist and gently taps it against Mercy's.

This is better than shaking hands, and much better than hugging. ]

Not in Gloucester. They say I went back to my home. I do not feel this happen, this... time.

[ She gives Mercy a more appraising look, meets her gaze, and gives a slow nod. ]

Sister is stronger now in body. I see time pass in this way.

[ It takes time to build strength, which proves everyone is right: what to Katrina felt like a few minutes was much longer in Gloucester. ]