[The shoulder under her hand is warm. The hand on her arm steadies some part of her that never felt stable after he was ripped out of their lives like everyone else. She smiles through sudden tears. She leans into him, taking stock of the situation.

She steadies herself, looking up at him, and nods. She blinks away the tears. It is hard to pull up logic. He is looking to her for steady ground. She takes a breath, her voice softer and a little shaky.] I'm really here.

And I'm not going anywhere. [She glances around. It's still crazy. Somehow all of it is a lot more bearable with him here. She looks back at him, regaining a little composure as she gently squeezes his shoulder.] But I don't know where we are. I was...where I was and then I was here.