She reached up slowly to touch his cheek with her fingertips...and he didn't disappear. He wasn't some cruel illusion, he was *real.*

Real enough for her to shove at angrily, which was exactly what she did next, as hard as she could--not very hard, given her how slender she was, but with more force than she looked to be capable of. Months of fear, anger, tears and pain came boiling violently to the surface in a red-hazed rush as she pounded clenched fists against his chest and shoulders before she dissolved into tears and quiet sobs of relief.