[Normally, Weiss wouldn't be at fault for not being able to read too much into Rahu's emotions: Her features have the sharp, razor lines of someone whose expressions are always deeply muted or beyond their control. She has cold, alert eyes, but the more her attention is drawn to Weiss, the more focused they become on that bubble of space. Her smile is tender and genuine.]

... Of course. [But just because something isn't real doesn't mean that it can't hold danger. How people act in the throes of delusion should be testament enough to that fact. To keep the girl safe, she doesn't share that dark thought, instead shaking her head with a quick deflection.]

I'm fine. A little weak, but... It's such a relief to see that you're safe. I don't need anything else. [What do you call the feeling of wanting to embrace something so tightly that it pops? There's a lid about to boil right off of the pot of her feelings - unlike succumbing to her powers, this is almost ecstatic.] I can check you over to be thorough.

[It's a suggestion made in earnest, but it tumbles out muddied, running parallel to feelings that have no outlet.]