He has no idea what day it is back home for her. Rowan knows that people from the same world come from different times, on occasion, have a disconnect of memory and future that they have to resolve. Perhaps he should ask her how long it's been for her, if he only escaped yesterday or if it's the future and they haven't seen each other in months. He has no idea.

But she pulls him in for a hug and just for that moment it feels so, so good. They weren't allowed to show affection like this when they were apprentices and as scythes -- well, as her as a scythe -- things were touch and go at best. But it's the best thing he could imagine, right now or ever.

He huffs out a breath as his arms go around her, holding her tight to him.

"I'm sorry you're here," Rowan says quietly. "Instead of home. But I'm also so very not sorry at all."