She rises with him and stares back as he hovers, backlit by the moon. 'He's back. He really is back,' she repeats to herself. The slow joy coursing through her veins slows her thoughts and stills her trigger reaction when he suddenly flits forward.

"Here."

His hand fingers her hair for a moment. A tingling sensation throughout her skin causes her to look down. She blinks in understanding as the mud slips through her intangible body.

She looks up, "Thank-"

But the sensation of intangibility is gone along with it's source leaving the Latino girl to make her way home alone and fall into to a deep peaceful sleep for the first time in months.