Chronoblivion's influence was strong enough that she's only now feeling the armor she's hugging. But she's not about to let go until he does.

Actually, maybe they shouldn't let go at all. At least the jail cell was something solid to anchor them, but now there's no telling how lost anyone could get.

"I'm so glad that worked. Plan B was to shock you with my bayard!"

If there are tears pricking her eyes, they're tears of happiness. She's missed him terribly in the gaps of the Galra war.

"...Are you OK?"