It looks like her home in Bludhaven. If anything, it makes her feel at home. Comfortable. Seeing his face, even as reserved as it is, does that as well. She can't help the smile, and she doesn't really want to. It's small, careful; they've never been particularly simple or easy in their affection for each other. But he'd been plain enough.

Always home.

Always family.

She steps in through the window, watching him as she makes her way to the floor without a sound. Another step and another, soundless as the first, as she watches his muscles, watches the tension in him and the sadness and the strange, listless fatigue. Not quite circling but observing. Learning.

From a different world? And yet--

Which is when her steps go faster, two, three until she's in front of him and there's no hesitation, no pause, nothing stopping her from wrapping her arms around him.

She doesn't know what's wrong, doesn't know what drained him of something vital, but she knows that when she was there, when she was at the end of her rope, when she thought she'd come to that moment...

He'd given her this.

So she'll give it back. She'll be there for him.

However he came to be, however it happened, for whatever put that ache into his bones, it doesn't matter.

She'll love him back. She'll remind him of his promise. Of the unspoken promise she'd made in return.