[She feels the strength of his grip around her, and hugs him back all the tighter. She knows - to a certain extent - that he's like her in a lot of ways. That his strength comes from his friends. In a way she's been lucky - she's never been sent home. Not even for the briefest of visits. She's never been subjected to being totally and completely cut off from everyone she's come to care for - a prospect that terrified her.
And yet he'd lived that for months now. It must have been awful, with awful only beginning to really describe it. Add that to what Dax had said, about what Ruana would want to do to all the people who'd vanished to their homeworlds?
Xion buries her face in his shoulder, letting his jacket catch any tears that fell. Her voice is muffled when she speaks.]
I-I was so worried. [Her hands tighten their grip] I'm so glad you're back.
And vice versa
And yet he'd lived that for months now. It must have been awful, with awful only beginning to really describe it. Add that to what Dax had said, about what Ruana would want to do to all the people who'd vanished to their homeworlds?
Xion buries her face in his shoulder, letting his jacket catch any tears that fell. Her voice is muffled when she speaks.]
I-I was so worried. [Her hands tighten their grip] I'm so glad you're back.