She accepts him, his needy, tearful kiss, with soft yielding lips. But her arms hold him tightly, stubbornly, now that he's close again.

"I'm here." She gasps between kisses. "I'm not gone. I'm right here." And there's something in the inflection of her tone. It's not just for him that he says it. She had died. She'd felt it happen. She'd thought of everyone she loved, including him, both here and in Faerun, and she'd been afraid. Afraid she'd never see them again.