Marcus holds her hand tightly as they made their journey back to home. Every few minutes after her grip has gone limp and he is about to release her she'll squeeze looking up at him. She says not a single word. But he understands. He'll rub his thumb over the surface his way of expressing the same. They both are aware what miracles it is to be here, not just together, but alive. In a day or two after she healed they'll return to Mount Weather and deal with the unfortunate souls whose zero hour wasn't marked by a miracle.