Poppy finally stirred about 20 minutes later, a small groan escaping her lips as her eyes fluttered open, squinting in the sudden light.
She blinked at him, groggy. "You... there was a train. You died. We died. Why..." She looked down at herself. "Why doesn't it hurt?""
She rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I haven't made this easy on you."