[She doesn't fight it, setting aside the glass as he approaches just to make sure that doesn't get crushed between them, and she wraps her arms around him tightly, burying her face in the groove between his shoulder and neck.
He's exhausted and filthy and battered, but he's alive and more or less in one piece, and that's so much better than things could have been. She's almost overwhelmed by how much she loves him, and her eyes burn in a way that have nothing to do with the angry tears of betrayal she'd choked out in the shower.
Her voice is tiny and a little strained when she manages to find it again, blinking quickly to try and clear her vision.]
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He's exhausted and filthy and battered, but he's alive and more or less in one piece, and that's so much better than things could have been. She's almost overwhelmed by how much she loves him, and her eyes burn in a way that have nothing to do with the angry tears of betrayal she'd choked out in the shower.
Her voice is tiny and a little strained when she manages to find it again, blinking quickly to try and clear her vision.]
I'm so glad you're alright.