So was Rukia, but she had no reason to worry him further by regaling him with the adventures of being impaled on a trident, or on someone's hand punching clean through her gut. That was unimportant now. What mattered is that he was worried enough about her that he'd chosen to wait here for her to awaken, and she was very touched.

"I'm glad to hear you're capable of caring for yourself like a proper adult," she smirked, smoothing her ruffled hair back down into place. "I doubt Repede would have tolerated you curling up into a ball and weeping inconsolably over my demise."

Soul reapers were allowed to have a mildly grim sense of humor about death, especially their own, so damn it she was going to keep things light.

Rising to her feet, she extended a hand to Yuri to draw him up off of the floor. "I would appreciate an update on our current situation. Has the murderer been apprehended? Is the city in any danger?"