She'd been prepared to go into a whirlwind of... something if he said anything thing other than yes. The second he did, though, her relief was clearly evident, some of the pain shifting away in her features in time with one long exhale, and then she was back, throwing her arms around his neck and holding him tightly. She squeezed her eyes closed, pressed her face into his neck, and she felt... safe, again.

"I missed you." This last week had been... it had been hell. It felt like coming home.

That cold he'd been feeling? She was starting to feel it, too. His clothes were soaked through, and her hair was dripping. His skin was damp and cool. "You're freezing."