His expression warms into a smile when she says his name - it must be the same Cissie. She said she'd only heard of him before Wonderland, never met him in person, wouldn't be able to recognize him on sight, so the obvious conclusion is the one he thought most unlikely: it's her. An unexpected feeling of lightness floats up in his chest. He missed her.

"Yeah," he says, softly, "it's me." He reaches out an arm to collect her into a hug, if she allows it - a rare display of affection, but also practical, since she's wet and shivering and shared body heat will help. And as for the where of their whereabouts ...

"We're not in Wonderland anymore." Of that, he's certain. "It's a weird backwater village, doesn't have a name."