She laughs softly, though not unkindly, careful as she helps him to his feet. She steps back when he seems to have his feet under him, her smile turning a little self conscious as the hand with the green glow flexes slightly.

"That is what they seem to be calling me," Diana says with a nod, "I have had worse welcomes, but I could do without the rain." And then after a thought: "Or the bears. Which I never expected to say."