A sound like a laugh rushes through her mouth, but it isn't quite so in a traditional sense. It's more the sound of an influx of emotion - joy and sadness and amusement and a myriad of others all at once, having no other escape except through the indescribable, vague spasm of diaphragm and vibration of vocal chord.

She wonders whether he'll understand its meaning - realizes that's no longer an issue, not with these .. powers they've been given. Not that it had even been all that much of a challenge before. How he'd been able to see into the very essence of her, how he'd seen the best of her - the parts she'd all but forgotten.

"Welcome home," she whispers in return, daring herself to inch up onto the balls of her feet, body trembling despite its best efforts, to press her lips to the side of his neck.