Kate did not answer.

She just launched herself at him, her arms going around him and squeezing him tightly, clinging as she was wont to do. He was there. He was there. She wasn't alone in this universe, and her heart wasn't broken into itty bitty pieces that someone had run a particularly vicious lawnmover over for good measure, or anything.

Even if she said nothing, it was pretty damn obvious she was distraught.