It was her, but he had to ask, had to say something to break the silence.
“Stupid,” she said and flung her arms around him. He was surprised by how light she was, surprised when she buried her face in his neck. He dropped the hammer and held her, breathed in the smell of her – it was an earthy kind of smell, her own.
“Where have you been?” he asked as she disentangled herself from the embrace. She looked at him with eyes he recognized so well, but that felt strange and foreign all the same.
“I’ve been everywhere,” she said and smiled the saddest of smiles before walking past him into the forgery.
He sighed, not quite sure if it was from relief or not.
“You’re here now,” he whispered into the night and followed her inside.