For a moment, she gazes at him, and ponders what a steady presence Raph is. He's gruff, and rash, and painfully honest, but he has a stark idea of what is right, and what is not right, and sets about fixing it despite the consequences.

What an incredible burden it must be.

"I know it, mate."

Her eyes burn again, and she laughs thickly.

"And I need a hug."

It's not a request; she knows Raph better than that.