It isn't allowed to tremble there for long; he's barely allowed to get the words out before she's moving again, using her hand in his to pull herself up, forward, release, she unashamedly throws herself forward and wraps her arms around his back in an unsteady hug. Her hands make tense fists in the fabric of his shirt, and she doesn't have the strength to keep herself from shaking.

"I thought you were dead." Quiet and shaking, honest, in the way she so rarely is or was. "How could I believe it was you?"