[ He's not sure how long he stands there, just trying to take in the fact that this is real, and not another nightmare, where everything twists and melts away into flame and smoke. He swallows, hard, and pulls back, searching her face, as if trying to put together a mental picture that will never, ever fade. ]
Are you-- I mean, are you alright? How long've you been here?
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Are you-- I mean, are you alright? How long've you been here?