[The tendrils are cold, like mist. She doesn't care; if anything her arms tighten around him when he hugs her back.]

That's –

[His promise… she didn't even think about it until Stocke had said it, too engulfed in the mix of shock and joy and damnmit, now her eyes are starting to sting. The hug lingers as she works up an answer.]

When the fight's over, right? That's what you said.

[Raynie sniffles and pulls back rather reluctantly, keeping her hands on his shoulders. She manages to crack a faint smile.]

Well, I don't really understand what's going on yet, but – seems to me there's still fighting to do.