She sputters a laugh. It's short, but it shakes her whole body, pink glittering lights rippling off her skin. When she coalesces again, Nimona's back in her teenage shape: perfect for throwing her arms all the way around Kora to hug her even more tightly.

Maybe she should be a little more skeptical. The last time someone went hey, we're gathering up a bunch of letters to send home, wanna write one? it was all a big lie they used to cover up launching that probe from the Serena Eterna. But... nah. Nimona trusts this lady just like how, when she throws herself off a tower, she trusts her body to sprout wings and fly.

"Thank you," she says, muffled but fervent against Kora's shoulder. "I'll -- "

A tiny sniffle.

"Ugh, yeah, I gotta think about what I wanna say first, but. I'll write it soon."