It's him. He's here, and he's with her, and the shake in her limbs feels like the last of the unnamed hurt in the pit of her heart finally leaving her.

He's real. He's entirely solid as she clings to him and he holds her tight. He's warm despite the chill of her own wet clothing. His voice sounds just like she remembers; feels just like she remembers against her hair.

"Y-you're here." There's absolute certainty in her voice now. There's genuine relief and complete appreciation. There's also a brief, sharp shock of pain as she pulls back her head rather abruptly. "I didn't-- T-Tumnus, I didn't mean-- to leave you--"