I know he's your family he's your blood he's yours and by extension mine, and I will always come for you, I promise I will always come for you both.

She leans into his touch, her breath hitching in her throat. He's alive. He's alive and he's going to be okay. She draws in a shaky breath, and another, and another, until the ache in her chest fades.

"You're here," she says, and beneath that thought, the wonder of his words, the deeper sense of him entangled with her. He's here in her heart, as he should be, as she's always wanted him to be.