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He didn't know what to expect from the ghost, but certainly it wasn't the warm sensation of her touch - that didn't mesh, and it made him do a mental double-take. She was contrite, apologies falling from her lips over and over - but he didn't hear them, wasn't focused on them. He was focused solely on the brief sensation of her proximity, her faint touch dispelling the erroneous notion that she wasn't actually here.

It woke him up.

M'gee, he exhaled, and with a half-step drew himself close to her. He drank in a deep breath of her scent and proceeded to wrap himself against her in a wolfish hug, holding her close and refusing to let her go for a long minute. He sighed against her, Lets go homn.

Home wasn't here without her. Wherever she went, he would follow.