She swats at him, far too lightly to seem even remotely annoyed. God, she missed him so much. Sitting up, she runs her hands through her hair, which is about the only thing she can do to neaten herself up; the blotchy post-crying complexion will need time, and the worst of the mess is on his shirt, really.

"I need you to come back," she says with a coy smile. "But... maybe some water."