He kisses her hair and she pulls in a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself but too overcome with emotion to really manage. How many times had she been tempted to sneak a look at his face one last time, but been too afraid to see him so still? She turns her head, lips pressing against his jawline. He's here. He's back. She can even feel his pulse, even if she can no longer sense it.

"I don't know if it was me. I felt... All the women buried here... I think they helped us."

It's the only explanation she can come up with, anyway. Maybe, for as much as Matthias had told her otherwise, he hadn't really been ready to go. Nina swallows and then pulls back, reaching up to take his face in her hands.

"Are you alright? Does anything hurt?"