[ Sciel scoots a little closer, leaning her head on Gustave's shoulder. Her hand squeezes his own. ]

You're in an odd situation, you know, coming back. We don't get the pleasure of being able to see people again.

[ Sirène had shown Pierre to her again, so fleetingly, but even then...she'd known, when all was said and done, that it was just an illusion. It's something else entirely to be sitting with someone, speaking with them, feeling the warmth of their living, breathing body right next to yours. She'd said her goodbyes to Gustave, but to have him here is still a joy.

It may be fleeting, or maybe she's dead now too, but she'll take any final moments she can. ]

I'm glad you're here, too. Or, maybe not here, but I'm glad to be walking beside you again.

[ And there's emotion in her voice, just a whisper of thread, as she feels her eyes sting. ]

I missed you. We all missed you.