...Hmm. That was quite the familiar voice. She didn't have to look behind her to recognize who was saying her name. But she did -- gladly. Because a bit of familiarity was in order. And there was comfort to be found in recognition.

With a muted clatter, she dropped a whisk and a dishrag into the sink. She turned, pressing her palms behind her against the counter's curved lip.

Gently (and perhaps with a touch of relief): "You're here. Back, I mean."

Of course, she had only considered him temporarily missing -- as Willow had been before...well.