She stroked his cheek, a smile forming. She stroked his cheek, taking a moment to just absorb that he was standing here again, in her arms. Yes, it was the younger version of him, but Lavan was Lavan and it didn't matter what age he was.
"I've missed this," she said. "When I had to say goodbye..." She bit her lip, not wanting to think of it.
"Come in," she said, stepping back to tug him inside and close the door behind him.