She likely would have still thought she was hallucinating if not for the feeling: warm, strong arms wrapping around her, accompanied by a scent that was familiar and missed so very much. For a long moment, she stayed as she was out of shock, not speaking or moving. Finally, though, her eyes dragged partway open again, and her own hands lifted - weak and grimy - touching first his chest, then his face.
"Adrian." She said it again, softly, with an edge of reverence - his name had been a mantra in her mind, keeping her strength from fading entirely and preventing her from falling over the edge of despair. He had filled her few waking thoughts, keeping her from listening to the Alchemists as they spouted their rhetoric, striving to convince her to save her soul from damnation when they were the ones tearing her apart.
Letting out a shaky breath, she trembled slightly, then curled her fingers around the collar of his shirt while pressing her face into his chest, hardly daring to believe this was real and not a trick. Silent sobs began to shake her body, though no tears actually fell - how could they, considering how dehydrated she was?