[He envelops her in a quick, tight hug, not minding the grime or ash that gets on his clothes. He'd spent the whole time since he'd returned to Mandalus worrying that Pepper wouldn't show up and then hating himself for wanting her back here. Now that her presence is a real, tangible thing, it doesn't matter anymore.]
Christ, you smell like a smokehouse. What's the last thing you remember?