Gryf was okay with the strength of his hand because it felt the same for her; all she wanted to do was hold on to him and make sure he didn't just vanish or she didn't do the same. For her, this was a connection deeper than anything she would allow with anyone else other than her dead twin.

They sat in the car as it slowly creaked quietly as it settled, in the garage beneath the Tower, quiet and dark. "...I still can't believe I'm here." Just unable to find anything more to say. Gryf looked down at their combined hands and felt a little thrill run through her at the touch all over again.