She follows without hesitation or question, still hardly believing her eyes and the way her connection to him in the Force, so long stretched beyond recognition, practically glows with his proximity. Anakin has always been so bright to be around, almost blinding.

As soon as they're out of sight and alone, she's just as quick to go for a hug as he is, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him tight. All those emotions she's been steadfastly ignoring since Mandalore bubble to the surface again and it only makes her hold him tighter.

"Anakin," she breathes out, relieved and happy and confused, all at once. "You're here."