"Start again." She wants that, but at the loss of everything else hits hard. Regardless of this unknown world and its lurking dangers, she's safe now, safe enough to be weak knowing he won't let her crumble completely even as she goes limp in his arms. Arms that remain solid even as she struggles to be, real and whole and miraculously here despite the proven cruelty of the universe. It must have taken a wish.

It takes awhile for her to calm, she's far too exhausted and worn down. But the relief slowly trickles in, and she covers every inch of his neck and face with desperate kisses, wet from tears and rain.

"Do you have... someplace you're staying?" Of course he would, he's far better adapted to blending in, establishing himself as a functioning part of society. Instead of immediately fleeing like her.