The last thread of resistant snaps at the lightest pressure from Yusuf's hand, drawing her towards them, taking her with them.

For so long she'd hoped, and then forgotten, brought back now by their presence ( though had it been long at all, in that coffin, throughout all that pain? ).

So much is different, not just her, but there is some comfort in the idea of having guides that are familiar with this world, and while she remains cautious and uncertain, she will try.

For herself. And perhaps, for them as well.