She laughs softly as she's pulled into a warm, welcoming embrace. Her arms tighten around him in silent acknowledgement and shared sentiment. She's missed him, too.

"He's here, you know?" Even as she pulls back, she doesn't release him completely, her arms still loosely circling his hips. "Twice over."

There's a flash of something sad that leaves her expression just as quickly. "I'd ask where we are today, but it doesn't really matter." Then she chuckles. "You know we're married at least."