The sound of him saying her name after so long, too long, as he wraps his arms around her is more comforting than she wants to admit. If this is a dream, she doesn't want to wake up any time soon. Almost unconsciously, her grip tightens even more as she buries her face in his shoulder, her eyes suddenly and uncontrollably growing teary. Though it had taken a few moments for her to really understand, it's sinking in rapidly now: he's here. He's really here. Though he wouldn't know the difference, her voice sounds happier than it has in months when she finally speaks.

"Fakir!"

It's not much, certainly not the most eloquent of statements, but it's full of gratitude and sincerity and affection, and someone she trusts that he'll be able to grasp every meaning in that one word.

I thought I might never see you again.