[ She doesn't want to let go either. She only does so long enough for him to sit, immediately curls up next to him. The warmth inside her makes her hold him close to her as she runs her palms flat along his back. The wine comes floating through the air, courtesy of her phantom hand. There are still teardrops in her eyelashes. ]

Just a few, so far. Jack was the first. That weird, skinny guy with dark hair, missin' a finger. He's the one who told me you and Ciri were out. And Mat was here too. [ She lays her cheek on the crown of his head. There hasn't been a massive influx of them -- the escaped are sort of trickling in instead. ] I think it's good for y'all to come here, even if I don't see y'all. It wants everyone close right now.

[ The Singularity, of course. She has never felt it so happy as she has while those who escaped return. It's a pure happiness, like seeing a relative who's been gone for years. Or like a labrador in one of those videos about people getting home from military deployment.

One of her hands slides down his shoulder, soft. ] Lemme see your arm.