Once he was through knitting his flesh together she stood up and wrapped her arms around his middle. Drawing herself in so that her head rest against his chest. She knew she wouldn't hear the steady beat, that she wouldn't feel the same cool flesh she once had when he lived. But the solid feel of him, it had the reaction she wanted, she began to calm down.
He was real, he was solid, and he was there. He wasn't in some universe where she couldn't reach him. Shannon let out a slow slightly shuddered sigh pass through her lips.