It was strange, Hannah thought. She had only seen Neville what she thought had only been a handful of hours ago, but so much had happened in those few hours that it felt like so much longer. Because of that alone, she felt a great deal of relief as she stepped into him and returned the embrace, exhaling a long breath as she did. This entire situation was outside of her realm of understanding and control, two things that never sat well with her. But, she had Neville. He was here and solid in her arms. It was going to be okay.
"Hello," she said after a moment, though the greeting wasn't really necessary. Still, she backed away from him so he was about an arm's length away and looked him over. He may have not thought that he was looking his best, but he certainly was to her. Hannah reached up with one of her hands, straightening his hair on reflex, a habit she had developed years ago at the start of their relationship.
"I'm so relieved that you're here," she said honestly, meeting his gaze with a smile. "I was starting to panic." Then, remembering her manners, she stepped back to tug him inside -- she remembered most of her manners, at least.