It took a couple seconds for the words to sink in, and one of her hands moved from his shirt to his wrist—to the ribbon wrapped there. Her ribbon. he had found it, and found her, and...and Adela was right, nobody but the bad guys were hurt, not really, and...and she was okay.

She was okay.

Ami took a few deep, shuddering breaths, and at length, the sobs abated. The odd tear trickled out, because the remaining drugs in her system didn't make it easy to bottle things away, but she was better. Calmer. Still totally disinclined to let go of her teacher, twelve-year-old dignity be damned, but no longer in the throws of hysterical relief.

"Okay." It was a mumble, but it gained strength as she repeated it. "O-...okay. Yes the—other people who were in b-boxes should get help too. And—they'll suffer, won't they? The bad people. They'll suffer for doing this...right?"