He's here, he's here, he's all hale and hearty and in one piece, and she just hugs him as tight as she can. He's as drenched as she had been (as her hair still is, despite her best efforts with a slightly dusty towel), and she doesn't care. Ben's here.

"I just, I just vanished like everyone else," she tries to explain, almost speaking over him. "Arrived here like the first time, 'cept we all got this long hair'n'bears and everythin'-"

Kate looks up as he touches her face, for a moment just content to stare at him, into his eyes and take him in, because he's here and they are together.

But as she looks into her husband's eyes, the staring goes on a little too long. Her brows crinkle, and she lifts a hand of her own to trace out his mouth. With the beard, she has to look more intently at other features, which would be fine, she's used to that, except-

"You're not... Benedict, your eyes. And your. Hm."