Clementine knows her so well that she can tell it's her from the sound of her heels, and she's already turning in her direction. She trembles in the cold and then reaches out to wrap her hand around Katherine's wrist, gripping hold like she might be able to root her into this moment instead of wherever her damn head's trying to take her.

Back into that world. Back where things are different, because she can't afford to not have her shit together back there.

She can't afford to show weakness. She can't.

"Katherine," she says, clearly grateful to see her and to hear her voice. She meets her gaze and then nods distantly. "Okay."

She trusts her. She'll follow her.