Whitefish River You-you-you-you threw my sandwich away. *MY* sandwich?

His head snapped up as Speedy's scent permeated the area, her frame hobbling toward him once she finally caught sight of him. Emrik let out the longest sigh of relief, he felt himself shaking from the sudden lightheadedness. She was safe! She was alright... she was standing right in front of him.

"Oh thank God. Speedy! Where have you been?" He stepped forward to greet her, he quickly pressed against her, resting his chin on her head. He took a few shaky breaths, and small sob parting his lips. "I've been looking for you everywhere. No one knew where you were."

He shook his head, still slightly traumatized. "I — I assumed the worst..." His voice fell off and he took a few moments to reassure himself that she was in fact standing in front of him.