Admittedly, that's a lot more satisfying to hear than anything else. She settles again, shifting to get more comfortable against him.

Better than the damn bed for her. She's actually comfortable for the first time in a long time.

"Drift?" She sounds utterly exhausted, "I'm sorry I wasn't there when- when stuff happened. They told me. And. Yeah. I'm glad you're here."

Honestly the thought of him dying makes the tears well up again, but she swallows. He's here now, that's what matters.