As always, it took a smile from Luna to make him more at ease. He was still nervous, true, but the butterflies in his stomach seemed to have vanished completely.
"Luna," he said, lifting her in a hug. That gesture of her, so familiar and so dearly missed, was just what he had needed. When he finally let go of her, he was beaming. "You're here." This wasn't him stating the obvious. It was the verbalization of his relief. She was here. Things were okay again.