It was the best kind of feeling, to have the air slightly knocked out of him again by one of her hugs and Raylan wrapped around her with a rough sound. It was her. This weird, fantastic Bard Child that he had gotten attached to, that he had lost and fretted about in the quiet dark of the night.

"It's okay," he whispered at the vibration of her shoulders and the sound of sobbing that came up with it. No goddamnit, his throat wasn't tightening up, his eyes weren't pricking with a wetness that he fought and failed to restrain as he hugged her tight.

"I was so goddamned worried about you, girl." He pulled her back by the shoulders so he could look her in the eye. "Where did you come from? How'd you get here?"