Ace just laughs, relieved. He's alright now, he's back. Wounds can be healed, but Death doesn't take kindly to people attempting to steal her own away.
"You scared me, you block'ead." She reproves him, smiling all the while. "Though I suppose 'flaming git' would be appropriate, this time. Y'need anything?" She asks, very carefully cautiously freeing a hand so she can wrap her arm around his shoulders.

He's here. He didn't go.

Ace rejoices.