Selphie never cried, at least never in front of others. But her relief at being back, and being with Locke, was too great. She knew now that she had certain safety. Slowly, her hold on Locke tightened, more and more until she was grasping onto his back.

She eventually sat up slightly, lifting her face to look at him. Her eyes were red, her cheeks wet with tears, and there was something pleading in her gaze. "Please don't let me go..." In part she meant back to where she had been, even if it was outwith his control. But she also just needed time to be comforted.