"Ryn."
"Kilian."
He starts moving steadily towards me, like he's approaching a rabid animal. I run to him and he grabs me. I get dizzy in his embrace, drunk with his familiar scent. He presses his nose to the center of my head. I fist his threadbare shirt and sob. My tears make his shirt wet. He says my name over and over again, it's like he can't quite believe that I'm here. I can't believe he's here.
"How are you here? How did you find me?"
He wipes my tears with his thumbs. I hold onto him because I'm afraid of letting go. I'm afraid he'll disappear in a flash, that this is all a part of my imagination. "I heard you were alive. I thought you were dead."
"Your brother—"
He presses a finger to my lips to silence me. "I know, don't mention him. I heard about everything that has ha
