[She can relate. A feeling that a memory just sits on the back of your head, unable to emerge until someone just opens to doors for it to enter. Julian came to her so clearly, like a memory that refuse to be forgotten. And she's thankful. That fate decided this.

She didn't even hesitate when he pulls her close, and wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her head to his chest. He's warm, comfortable, a sign that he's really right here.]

It certainly is. [She glances up, though has not yet pulled away.] I did not know if I were to see you again. [Ever. This was a wonderful surprise, actually.] But I am glad. You only just arrived, no? I suppose it is all very confusing.