When he came into view it was almost as if time slowed down. Or maybe it was because her vision narrowed, because he didn't pause. She couldn't find the strength, or want, to resist when he pulled her into the embrace. Her arms wrapped around him as she held on as if he were her only lifeline in the vast field of stars around them.
Not only did her field of view narrow, but her senses closed in around him. So it was him, and only him. Shepard rested her chin on his shoulder. As she just took it all in. And what she did, gave her answers to questions she had been afraid to ask.
"Are you okay now? Do you ache?" Should she get off of him and get him in to the Normandy so his body could get some real rest. One hand did snake from around him, delving into the collar of her shirt, pulling out the chain that held her dogtags... and a ring. His. The one she'd presented to him.