[She stares at his shirt, squinting slightly--was that actually his? She wouldn't be surprised but--and lets him dress her. She's amused and she missed him, so she'll allow him to indulge in his sense of propriety for now.

He stumbles over his words and rambles, and Oona smiles and reaches out to place her hands on his arms. A light squeeze, to show she's solid, real.]

Jaune. Am here now, am back. And will not leave so easily next time! [of course, that's not something she can actually promise, but--] And I do not tell lies, ever, so of course it will work like I say!

[--That's not how that work but whatever.]