'Yeah, okay.' She goes to him again, nuzzling against his cheek, trying to tamp down the white hot terror his words brought up from deep within her. 'Okay.'

This is a beautiful day, and he's here, alive and strong, holding her. She forces herself to breathe, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, pushing the fear down until it's bearable again. (It's not bearable. It's fuel for a new set of nightmares. But it's something she has to face, something that has to be dealt with. She's stronger than this.)

'If you have any doubts,' she laughs, the sound dry in her throat, 'about how I feel about you, just remember this moment, all right?' Her arms tighten around him, and she presses her forehead against his, breathing his breath.