Pausing mid-sip of the cube he was about to partake in, Rung lowered the object as he offered Wing a small smile in return.

"Not at all, Wing. It's good to see you," he said in greeting, a worried look seeping into his optics. He knew that things had been hard for the other, anyone that had seen Wing's last video over the comm would be a fool not to realize that, but at least the other seemed to be getting around again; seemed to be doing better than that last transmission.

"How are you?" Rung asked, cradling the cube in both hands as he turned to face Wing more, no longer focused on the lake since there was something--or in this case someone--far more important in his presence.