She's so worried about him and it did horrible things to his ego, his heart, made it swell and break at the same time. Fuck, he missed her, missed all the little things about her, missed the way she smiled and smelled and she cared. She cared so much about everyone else--

Fuck, you need to meet my kid. He'd like you.

He felt her hook her arm, but shook it free and traded it for holding hands instead. This. He missed this, too.

"Yeah, shit. It's like they just got back their princess or something." And he smiled, walking with a limp he tried to downplay, he tried to hide. "Your place? Or the cave? I want to hear about what the hell happened over there."