Sisse's eyes scanned Lester's face, catching each movement, waiting in the awkward silence for him to say something. Words didn't come forth, instead Lester walked up to her. His arms were around her, and for a moment she was frozen in place, stiff and unyielding, she didn't want to get hurt again. But then she softened, her arms wrapping around him almost of their own accord. "Lester." She whispered into his coat, hers arms tightening with all the things she couldn't say. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. And She's alive! There were darker thoughts too, tumbling in the back of her brain, ones she was too scared to even put to words, to consider too harshly. So instead she hugged him, consequences be damned, as if this touch alone could explain it all. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, her corset felt uncomfortably tight, the air to her lungs both a heady relief and a torture to find. And then she looked up at him, up at eyes and she wondered (not for the first time) exactly what he was thinking.