[ It's aggravating to know there's yet another snarl in things, and she can't take any pleasure in how confused he looks, but his saying that he'd thought she was a ghost makes her smile. It does sound like him. ]

I remember you. [ It's quiet. Just that, for a moment, because... well, it had been awful, but she's here and she's fine and there's part of her that suspects it might have been worse for him. ] I called out to you, and one of them got me. And you held me right until the end.

[ She's grateful for that. More than she can say, so she reaches up and tweaks the end of one of those long strands of hair framing his face. ]

Not a great display of survival instinct there, shortcake.