The tears come unbidden, unasked for, as soon as he speaks her name. She's already cried over him. Over his body and then late that night, clutching her legs to her chest as she curled into a fetal position. It was stupid to cry. Stupid to cry when she knew that he'd be back. But she knew firsthand that death here still came from the price. And not just the memories of dying.

She feels horrible, so very horrible for letting him down. For not having his back. Just like she didn't have Gale's back when he had needed her.

"You're back," she says quietly, staring at him as if she hadn't seen him in years. "How long have you been back?"