There are a long few moments where she does nothing but cling to him, soak in his touch. It is a gift, to be able to hold to him like this, feel his lips on her. But his tremors worry her, and one hand moves to slowly rub his back. Her poor heart, who had been so upset by the idea of her own hurt. Who loved her so much, that she had feared he would run again, to save her from him.

But he was here, and she would not let him go from her again.

"I recall you were less than pleased by my decision with the Abelasan, though I understand your anger now, more than I had when it happened. This was...sillier, I think." She tilts her head up, to press her lips to the corner of his mouth. "You call yourself an old man, but you argue like one half your age."

That was a joke. Because half his age is still old. It's very funny.