[What a whirlwind of questions and emotion and actual spinning - she laughs despite herself even as she clings onto him and lets herself be picked up and spun. That much is getting familiar to her now even as she buries her face against him in her own amusement and joy and need to be close, close, close as she can to the people who mean the world to her. Even when he sets her down, she doesn't quite lift her head right away, leaning into him, staying against him and the familiarity of this hug and this Yuratchka.

When he pulls back a bit, she does too and gives him a smile that even the exhaustion doesn't touch.]

Okay - yes! [In a manner of speaking. She's got her own bandages and wounds, some of them very fresh indeed as recent as a few hours, but nothing that's bothering her enough that she can't handle it without painkillers. There's the tired, there's the loneliness, there's the feelings of wanting to see everyone but not yet finding everyone.... but she doesn't think of those. Not right now.]

Dragon, yes! Big and very nice. Queen? [She giggles, as if that's the most... impossible thing he said.] Silly Yuratchka. No.

[And her heart aches in her chest at his admittance, even as certain as she gives her in return:]

I missed you, too. Большое.... I missed you very, very much.

[She's a lonely person, against all odds. It's why she reaches out so much and so far, to so many people. Even on this trip, there were people that she knew, faces that she recognized.... but it wasn't quite the same. Not the same as her best friends.

It's why if he'll let her, she'll lean against him again. Just to be close. Though she'll also glance at the lion that came up to them, giggling faintly.]

Yuratchka met a lion...? Hеудивителен... I am not surprised.

[Followed by the rolling Rrrrrrrr to mimic the noise a lion makes in Russian....]