Are you kidding? [Sorey laughs, the sound of it wet and he straightens back up to scrub at his eyes with a corner of his cloak, other arm strong around Dezel's shoulders.] We thought you were dead. I thought you were- I felt you leave my soul, I never imagined you could...

[Oh no. So that means Dezel wasn't dead, and they just let Symonne take him and twist him into a hellion. Sorey allows the guilt to pulse sick through him just long enough to acknowledge it before he packages it neatly away. He won't be poisoning their connection with any of that, not today, no sir.] I'm so happy. I'm so happy you're alive.

[Did you think he was done hugging you? Surprise he's not.]