Rogue hadn't prepared herself for this. She'd been ready to spend hours hashing out what had happened to her, the way she'd gone through the portal, being captured and imprisoned, the experiments to research her powers. The people she'd been forced to kill... She hadn't been ready to see the most important person to her in all of this universe.

More than that, she wasn't ready for him to see her. She was thinner than she'd ever been before, the borrowed clothes hanging off her, the signs of malnutrition apparent in the gauntness of her face. Her skin was paler than it had ever been, with three years of absolutely no exposure to natural light, and even after all her resting she was unsteady on her feet. In fact, she very nearly fell over when she saw him on that screen, heard that wonderful voice that had echoed through every good dream she'd managed to have in all those years. It was only Teyla's hand at her elbow that kept her upright.

And then he was there and she could barely see him through the tears that filled her eyes. He was real. He hadn't been some wonderful figment of her imagination, he had been part of her life and he was there again despite the way her world had ended. She pressed a hand to her mouth to hold in the sob that wanted to escape, and it took all of her effort not to run to him. But as much as she wanted to hold onto him and never let go, she couldn't do that, not with the others, and not when she wasn't even sure that he would allow her to in the first place. So she just stood there, waiting to follow his lead and not paying any attention to the others in the room.