She laughs through her tears again, and nestles close against his chest, sniffling a bit.

'I'm watching my girlish figure,' she teases. A long ragged sigh, and she's relaxing against him, hiding her face. But these tears are a long time coming, and as inconvenient as she thinks they are, they don't seem to care.

'I'm sorry, I can't seem to stop.'

She doesn't want to look too closely at the sense that finding him was all too easy. After the hell they've been through, she doesn't trust that this moment will last. She'll take what she can get, and hold on tight.