He should have known. All tiny and perky and perfect. Absolutely perfect. And of course, she had no idea anything was wrong, so of course she'd have a death grip on him almost immediately.
And he liked it. So help him, he really liked it. He'd missed her so much it physically ached. Just like most of his life did. "It's really me," he breathed, returning her hug and burying his face into the soft skin of her neck. Merlin, he thought he'd never get to hold her this way again and now he was and he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it but he couldn't make himself care.
"Are you all right?" he asked a moment later, pulling back to look into her eyes. Always changing colour, but always the same for him. "You're safe? Not hurt?" Because that he couldn't handle on top of everything else. Though really, he probably could have guessed from the smile on her face that physically, at least, she was fine.