The wave of relief swept over Will with such intensity, his knees almost buckled from it. She'd made it out. Praise all the bastard gods, she was safe. Emotion stung his eyes and he blinked it back furiously; for a long few moments, he didn't even trust himself to speak, lest it spill over.
"And, and you and the others?" he asked, once he'd found his voice again. Despite his best efforts, his tones still betrayed a small tremor. "You're all okay?"
He took a sip of the steaming hot chocolate. After a week living off scanty daily rations of porridge and a few bits of fruit, the drink was teeth-achingly sweet, a shock to the taste buds. It might just have been the best damn thing Stutely had ever tasted.