It's all the confirmation Cassidy needs.
She doesn't know where he came from - doesn't know why he's dressed in a raggedy, shabby clothing that's been singed from the tips up. She doesn't care, either, if he's only a specter that has come to meet her from the hollows of his grave. That's because then he'd have risen up from the folds of death to come save them in their direst of times.
And, of course, Cassidy admits that she misses Adrian dearly.
"Adrian!" she cried out, her heart bursting in joy and relief.
Startled at her shout, he turns in time to open his arms to her, catching her when she collides with him – like a star defying gravity to be with the lonesome moon.
"C-Cassidy?" he breathed out, unsure, while she started crying into his shoulder at the sound of his voice.
She misses his voice so much – his scent, his warmth, his skin, his presence. It's all too good to be true.
