Real. (Sort of part two to light, but it made two chapters.)

It can't be… Trembling, she stood. I'm dreaming. Hallucinating. She had finally gone mad, but he looked so real…

She reached up a hand and touched his cheek, letting out a long, long breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. He was real. He was here. He had come. For a moment she just stood there, drinking in the sight of him.

"You came."

"I came."

How could she have ever doubted that he would? Now, here, staring at him she wondered if she had gone mad, a little. Else why had she ever thought that Roran would have abandoned her? He had come, like she would have come for him. She should have known. She had known, inside, always. She had known he would come, and now he had.

Roran let out a shaky laughing sob and pulled her to him.

His arms were round her, real and warm and strong and for the first time since the soldiers had come Katrina felt really, truly safe.

A.N. I'm thinking of writing up this and Light and making them longer and more detailed and going on to write the rest of their escape from her pov and publishing it as an independent story. What do you guys think? How long should it be? I value your opinions!