And, likewise, to Jono, who opened the door looking a little rumpled. It was late. He'd been attempting - and failing, as usual - to sleep. He'd given up on the shredded Hawaiian shirt bandages entirely and had resorted to digging out an old green turtleneck he'd had since who-knew-when, and he was running a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it as he took a look at the two people on his doorstep, and then gave them both a smile.

//Good lord, you two are a sight for sore eyes. Though if anyone will be doing any burning around here, it'll be me. I'm qualified for that sort of thing.//

Yes, Rinoa's complaining was audible through doors.