Ulla does cry out - a soft, strangled sort of sound as her throat goes tight with relief - and when he scoops her up, she flings her arms around Warren's neck and clings to him without a second's hesitation. She isn't made for crying in this shape, but if she were human, she thinks she would be. "Warren."

Every day on that damned ship whittled away at her faith that he'd find her. That she'd see him again. She didn't think she would ever have managed to graduate from the Clipper, and it felt like a death sentence. A lonely one, at that, though at least she had Taylor.