“You lovely bastard. Come here so I can hug you to death.” He embraces Salim, and there are tears shining in his eyes when he lets go. “Mother damn it, Salo. I was certain I was going to die.” “We all were,” says the arcanist in the black robes, coming to embrace Salim too. “Thank you,” she says with emotion. Salim is slightly embarrassed by the attention as the rest of the group comes to shake his hand, all plainly relieved to still be alive.
