[She lets out a choked sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Everyone who comes back has died, but she doesn't want to ask about that right now. Instead, she just tightens her grip, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, and presses a kiss to his cheek. The empathy bond gives him some mix of relief and aching affection, all tangled up with an odd sort of grief.]
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I'm so glad you're back.