"No, no, I'm right here..." She turned and put her arms around him, hard, sinking her fingers into his hair. She could still feel that shorter place that the plague doctor had left back when they were on the island. After a moment, she slid into his lap, all heavy weak limbs and fuzzy blanket and uncertainty, burying her face in his neck. "I'm right here. Right here. Whatever they did, they didn't kill me. If they hurt me, I don't feel it." Yet. "Whatever happened, I'm alive, I'm right here. I'm sorry, Erran, I'm so sorry..."