It felt good to hold her son again, even if he wasn't in the form she remembered. Her emotions ran high, but she knew, without a moment's hesitation, the man in her arms was her Harry. She couldn't explain it, but she knew. She reluctantly released him, giving him a chance to fully take Alby in. "I'll get us some water," she offered, "I didn't have time to find much else. I am sorry." She stepped away, trying to give father and son a little space. As much as she wanted to bombard Harry with questions, she knew she had to wait for the right time.