[The moment she begins to draw forward, he catches her against him and almost immediately drops his sword in favour of taking her into his arms. For moments, too many moments he simply holds her to him protectively. It feels like it's been too long since he's seen her. Since he's placed eyes on her. Since he's been in her space. Even back then, offering himself up, sacrificing all he'd known and wanted, he'd not gotten to spend more than moments with her.

To him, it feels like ages. He buries his face into her hair, but what he hears from her makes him suddenly pause and he begins to draw back. The furrow of his brow is undeniable. Transparent. Clear as day.]

What? What are you—

[He shakes his head at her.] I don't know what you mean. I'm not gonna do anything like that. Don't you know who you are? Don't you know who I am?