She mirrors his motions, gripping his face with her own hands, giving him a watery smile. It hasn't been easy, watching, waiting. She had hoped, when he survived as long as he did, that he might make it to the end. That she wouldn't have to watch him die, in a way so much worse than the way she had died. She'd had him then, at least. He'd had no one.

Smile breaking she leans in, pressing her forehead against his and squeezing her eyes shut briefly, her fingers sliding to lock behind his head, holding him close.

"I've been so worried about you."