"I miss him so much," she sobs, and that's all she can say for a long, long time.

A year now. A whole year since she exploded herself on the Kingdom's wall and somehow, the captain of that fucking cruise ship reached across a dozen universes to scoop a little piece of Nimona into a jar. She wasn't alone there, sure, and she's not alone here either... but she didn't have Ballister at her side anymore.

Until she did.

Or thought she did.

She burns with the pain of her heartbreak. Only the embrace of a goddess could keep her from crumbling to ash and smoke. She cries and cries for what feels like forever, and even after she finally trails into a sniffling, waterlogged quiet, she keeps one hand fisted in Kora's jacket.