She knew that grief in his sigh, knew it painfully well. She'd lived with it for nearly 5 years, the heartbreak and loss for someone she never thought she'd ever see again. And then, one day, the City returned him to her. It never happened. She knew that wasn't how the City worked, and she couldn't tell Logan the tale now. It would be so unkind. But she knew every bit of the loss he felt.
When they stood, it was slowly. She gave the ruins of the cabin the respect it deserved, not leaving immediately, but standing just a moment to say goodbye with him. It was what she would have wanted. He would probably return here over and over again in the days to come, just as she had returned to one specific meaningful place in the City over those sad years. But that would be for later.
For now, she led him hand in hand back the way she'd come. When she got to her horse, she let go of Logan for as long as it took to untie the reins, then reached for him again.
"Megan will still probably be sleeping,"she said, "But we could make breakfast, if you like." Her cottage was always stocked with whatever she wanted, and with little effort on her part. There was doubtlessly plenty to cook at home.