The face that greets her is a tired one, brown eyes that are hidden nearly with the mask of black bags under them. But even in his tiredness, there is life, there is no hint of the dead eyes that she had seen beforehand. It was amazing what a little kindness and security could do to someone. Tom had begun to flourish. She had seen dull eyes spark with life and now even in his moments that she can tell it is hard for him, there is not that same look of defeat. The person that was clinging to life is gone.