It was Kiley. He knew it was Kiley even though she was still tiny and far away and his eyes were blurring. The sound he released felt a little inhuman, halfway between a grunt of frustration and a sob, as he tried to force himself to move faster and further. It lasted for a few good steps until the pain nearly buckled his knee, and he still only slowed rather than stopping.
"Kiley," he tried, his lungs and throat feeling as if he'd screamed it across the distance, but barely hearing the dry, choked whisper it actually turned out to be. Frustration boiled in him that he couldn't even manage to do that, but she was there, and she was alright. She was there.
The instant she was within reach he gripped hard onto whatever clothing he could get his fingers around and tugged her to him, his arms locking around her, as if she might float away. They shook from exhaustion and elation, but didn't let go. "You're here," he gasped, still trying to get his burning throat and lungs to work. "You're really here."