[That support Abigail provides remains until he finally draws back, her muscles protesting the prolonged contraction with a ratcheting release as she eases her grip in mirror and relaxes her stance. Hand sliding from his shoulder blades around to curl over his shoulder instead as he straightens up, she blinks her eyes a little tighter as his hand contacts her hairline only to lean of her head towards that passing hand.]

Sorry for not calling ahead.

[The weak humor is her way of indirectly answering that apology as unnecessary. She could not have possibly called to warn him of her coming, just as she could not expect him to have felt nothing regarding her absence.

Hand lifting from his shoulder, she reaches up to his jaw to swipe away some of the traces of his tears. Doing so once again confronts her with the evidence of the time that has passed for him that she has yet to experience, but she does not waver as she starts the process of learning the changes.

After another pause to let him regain more of his emotional balance, Abigail speaks again to explain how this moment has come about.]

I woke up outside the city last night. Only just finished at the Welcome Center a bit ago, and I would have missed you if I hadn't had help. [A glance over her shoulder to Obi-Wan is cast in indication while offering him a grateful smile in the moment she actually looks away from her father. She really does owe him so much for guiding her here.]