That frame was unmistakable, and drew Marjara's focus squarely back to center. In an instant she'd straightened, taking in the sniper with a look of absolute relief. Not that she'd thought for a moment that Widowmaker would be anything less than fine during the chaos. She would have made it out just fine, and with a few more tally marks on her record.

But it didn't matter. The weight of seeing her after everything felt like it was crushing her chest, to the point that all she could get out was a breathless:

"Amélie."

And then she was launching herself forward, both arms wrapping around her as high as she could throw them.