Padma was crying, and Faelan just couldn't help it. He reached out to clutch her hand but found himself curling into her willing embrace before he could hold back, his arms wrapping around her waist as he hid his face against her chest and tried desperately just to breathe. He hadn't wept - was determined not to - but the raw feeling in his throat threatened to tear it open unless he let out something. So, with a gasping, rattling intake of air, he struggled just to let himself feel relief at being in Padma's arms again.