A smile bloomed on her face and tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
Finally
Her dearest was finally in front of her.
"Hector," she whispered his name for fear this would all be a dream and she would wake to another day without him.
The two sprinted toward each other and crashed into a warm hug. Her fingers dug into the material of his shirt and couldn't help but wonder.
Is he real?
Tears ran down her face like water sliding off a roof on a stormy night.
"Y/N," he chuckled in disbelief and tightened his hold on her, "How...?"
She sniffled and tugged him closer, "Just hug me."
All the healer wanted at this moment was to be held by the man she missed the most.
The two settled into each other's embrace, oblivious of the violent stares pointed at either of them.