He instantly wrapped his arms around her, back. He wouldn't kiss her, but pressed his whole face in her hair, her neck, as his hands smoothed her shirt and he hung on and held her up close with his whole body, everything he had. His knees almost buckled as they had on the beach, but this time he wasn't doomed by injury; he was able to stay standing.

I wish you'll live

Likewise into her hair, he said softly, "I take it you've been here… longer?"