She shifts, and sits up, and one particular buried fear manages to stay buried. He never got to say goodbye to her.

Maybe he can say hello again, instead.

(Yeah, yeah, it's trite. He doesn't care.)

"You want me to find a teddy bear and a lollipop for you?" he jokes back, smiling so hard. He really, really doesn't want to tell her what he knows, so he deflects. "How're you feeling? I'm assuming we haven't both been frozen through another eight or so decades."