She saw his form from the distance, her heart practically trying to burst in her chest. He's there. He's alive. He hasn't gone back to his world. Not knowing how much time it's been, or that there was a moment when it was believed she was a trinket of some kind, all she cares about is seeing him. Her Gren.
She doesn't answer him at first, instead launching herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck, shawl still held in her fingers and wrapping around them both.
"I thought they would have sent you home, and my first thoughts were of you, and I can't believe I forgot you," she says, not caring about the tears in her eyes, coursing down her cheeks. Not caring about any of it because he's there, and he's alive, and that's all that matters. "How could I forget you when I love you so much?" Demanding to know answers to things they can't find answers for, and then blinking as she realizes what she's said.
Going almost still, watching him for a reaction to those words.
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She doesn't answer him at first, instead launching herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck, shawl still held in her fingers and wrapping around them both.
"I thought they would have sent you home, and my first thoughts were of you, and I can't believe I forgot you," she says, not caring about the tears in her eyes, coursing down her cheeks. Not caring about any of it because he's there, and he's alive, and that's all that matters. "How could I forget you when I love you so much?" Demanding to know answers to things they can't find answers for, and then blinking as she realizes what she's said.
Going almost still, watching him for a reaction to those words.