They lift their head, so they can look up at her. They're not sure if they're glad they're still here-- there had been some small part of them, maybe, that had hoped they'd win but then fade out into nothing, just to end at long last, going out doing something that mattered. But they won't, they can't, hear that thickness to her voice and not be glad to be here for her.

So they say, "Me, too, Misty. Glad you're here. And we're still together."

If she hadn't been here... if she'd disappeared, like everyone else... they heave themselves up onto the couch properly, mostly by virtue of the metal arm and one good leg. And from there they pull her into a hug. A real one, both arms and everything. It hurts a little, but that kind of helps to keep it from being too much.