[ gods, she can't believe it. it's him; he feels the same, he tastes the same, he holds her the same way, and she was so sure she'd never have this again. she takes a shuddering breath as they part, her fingers curling at his nape, stroking the skin there tenderly. ]

I can't believe you're here. [ she rests her brow against his, her other hand brushing his cheek, his jaw, as if she can't quite stop touching him. ] I heard your voice and I thought-- I had to know.

[ her eyes lift, searching his for any sign of pain or discomfort. ] Are you well? You have burns-- [ she touches one of the healing marks gently, almost reverently. ] You should rest. We should.. Do you want to come with me?