She smelled him before she saw him, so it's not exactly a surprise when she does see him. It is, though, a confirmation that she hadn't been mistaken, that she wasn't imagining things she wanted desperately to be true, and his name comes out in a sort of half-shriek, half-sob. Ylva has thought about this moment, and how she ought to do this, especially since she knows there's no guarantee he'll know her.
In the moment, however, she flings herself at him, arms around his middle, tear-streaked face buried in his chest, sobbing. "Max Max Max please tell me you know me please say you know me!"
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She smelled him before she saw him, so it's not exactly a surprise when she does see him. It is, though, a confirmation that she hadn't been mistaken, that she wasn't imagining things she wanted desperately to be true, and his name comes out in a sort of half-shriek, half-sob. Ylva has thought about this moment, and how she ought to do this, especially since she knows there's no guarantee he'll know her.
In the moment, however, she flings herself at him, arms around his middle, tear-streaked face buried in his chest, sobbing. "Max Max Max please tell me you know me please say you know me!"