She makes no effort to move, just buries her face in the crook of his neck. Tears are streaming from her eyes; they're not happy or sad or anything specific she can point to. It's just all so much, to feel him, to hear him, to be anywhere except where she had been for so long. Even the changing sky feels brand new, like she can't remember the last time she experienced it.

When he holds her face, she sighs and leans into it with her eyes closed for a moment before she looks at him again. Smiling, she nods a little, putting her hands atop his.

"I'm okay," she murmurs, and she means it. Nothing is missing, nothing is wrong. She doesn't feel afraid or upset or lost. Just still a bit caught up in the whirl of everything.