Yeah.

[ He answers, stilted. Awkward. Fingers no longer have something to hold onto, so instead they fidget on his lap until he pulls out his phone -- not that he's scrolling, but it gives him something to hold. ]

Yeah, it's nice to see you too. Looks like you made it out of that fucking....whatever the fuck that was with the mares and shit.

[ Not that there would have been telltale signs if she hadn't. She would look just the same as ever, only with a few more scars. And since none of those scars are visible, he can only assume she was fine. His brows draw together and he falls into silence, staring down at the black screen of his phone. His own reflection stares back at him. After a moment of silence, he finally speaks again. ]

So, uh...did you send Mega at me after all that island shit?

[ There's an exhaustion edging his tone, but not anger. He doesn't seem angry about it because there's not enough room for anger with all the guilt taking root inside him. Guilt for not doing better for her, for Mega, for even Proto. Guilt over not being a better god. Guilt for the fact that even saving her from death isn't enough to erase killing her... ]