That rumble was where she felt at home. The sound of his voice, the circle of his arms, being held against his chest. That was more home to her than Jericho would ever be. Her house would forever be just a house.
"Yes. Kytana looked after me, so did Sunila." Once her mind had settled with the fact that he was real, Heather leaned back just enough to get a good look at him. She did mark that his scar seemed a lot smaller, his hair was a little longer. But his eyes were the same. "Are you okay?"