Hushed Willows oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

His steps fell to a halt when she reached out for him, a thin smile splaying itself crisply along his features. It was an easy embrace to return and one that he was grateful for. There were far worse ways to be welcomed back and home, and so far at any rate he had yet to encounter them; a fate he was rather disinclined to tempt.

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I just wish I had something to show for it," he murmured. It would have been nice to come carting some huge chunk of food, but he hadn't been that lucky. Scavenging had kept him going, but he was hardly going to come back offering the spoils of something that had been setting out for far too long.