It's like reminding herself that she's real, and she's here. That he's here and she hasn't lost him. It keeps running over and over again in her head. Those images of the warlocks, of her coven, even of the White Witch herself being there, and yet now all that she can hear in her head is that Gren wasn't there. That in her world Grendel is gone, maybe not even real, not part of her life, and she is terrified of what that means, of what happens the next time. When he goes back to that god awful world that has no care or love for the wicked and the strong and the fairy tales. A world without someone that cares about him, that is there for him.

"I got out," she whispers, breaking the kiss for another, whispering the words somewhere in between one kiss and another. Murmuring to him as she keeps kissing him as if that will erase all the time that he hadn't been in her life. "It's bad and it's ugly but I got out."

Because she knows that matters. The rest he can find out as they go, but she needs Gren to know that she hasn't spent all her time in Hell. Not all of it, at least.