Terry's nodding before she can help herself, relief flooding through her so quickly she has to sit down on the bench. Sean still eats, noticing nothing except for the bottle in his mouth. It's almost empty, and Terry has no clue what she's going to do when it is. She's been taking everything one step at a time and has hardly had a moment to think about something as important as the bloody future.

"Raven," she breathes around the lump in her throat, "I got him back. I don't know how or why, but I got him back."