He nods quickly, looking as pained as she does.

"I didn't want you to, I just -- I thought maybe you survived it all, and that you found some way to be happy. I couldn't have hoped for anything else. But without seeing you, there was no way to be sure."

Now, here she is, in his arms. There is no reason to mourn her anymore. It's a habit he's developed that he'll have to break.

"And aye, I have it. Strange messages now and then."