"So, you've finally made it back to us," Bethiv said as we climbed the rocky crags, arriving at the command pavilion.
"Bethiv," I whispered, looking at him. My eyes filled with tears, and I took a tentative step toward him, only to pause, gripping my skirt and staring at the ground.
"Oh, don't be shy, come here," he said, spreading his arms wide.
I didn't second-guess the invitation and fell forward, wrapping my arms around his torso. My fingertips barely brushed around his back, and his armor was hard and rigid. Even so, I practically melted into his grandfatherly embrace, sniffling with unshed tears. The old soldier smelled of sweat, blood, and…home.
"I'm relieved to see you're well again," he said, patting my back.
"I…I'm glad you're alive," I buried my head against his chest as his hand rose, stroking the back of my head.
