['Awesome' is one word for it, she supposes, though for her it had been more heart stopping. At least Denzel doesn't seem traumatized about it. He can be a rough and tumble kid, she reminds herself, now that he's better. Still, it's going to be a while before her heart lets go. What comes out of her though, lying in a pile of pillows, enthusiastic kid on top of her, is a laugh, a sound that, even now, is still rare coming out of her for all it's growing less so. One arm lets go of him to reach back and grab a pillow.]
You startled me, you ragamuffin!
[aaaaand the pillow comes down on his head, though without half the force she could have used.]
Good! Finally starting to get some energy back. How about you?
You startled me, you ragamuffin!
[aaaaand the pillow comes down on his head, though without half the force she could have used.]