Max couldn't form the words to respond. What was there to say? There just... weren't words in the English language to
describe what she felt when she caught her first glimpse of that familiar blue hair and beanie hat. Overjoyed, maybe, but that felt sorta like describing the sun as warm. Maybe it was because the knowledge was finally starting to sink in;
she was alive. They both were. Chloe and her were both alive and okay, and as far as Max was concerned, that made everything better.
She was
beyond ready for the hug, but that didn't change the fact that she was about a head smaller than Chloe, so she ended up taking a few wobbly steps back with it when she tried to reciprocate. Which... didn't bother her in the slightest. She was just happy she was here, and that was extremely obvious from the tremulous smile she bore as she wrapped both arms around Chloe in turn and buried her face in the other girl's shoulder, willing herself not to cry.
"Thanks, punk ass."
She was content to let the hug linger for a time, assured as she was in Chloe's arms, but she eventually broke it off. She took a moment to glance over her best friend's pockets curiously, giving a small grin once she spotted the distinctly camera-shaped bulge, and swiftly nabbed it with a playful pinch. She gave it a once-over for damage, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was mostly in good shape, and promptly slung her arm around Chloe's shoulder.
"Let's grab a photo to capture the glorious second coming of Max. Say cheese!"
"He... didn't exactly miss."
Max pointed out sheepishly, flapping the newly-taken polaroid photo in the wind a few times to encourage its development.
"He just gave me a do-over. Story of my life, I guess."
"Do-over queen" didn't really have the same ring to it as retcon queen did, but they were practically synonymous.
As Max was giving their ragtag crew a quick headcount to determine who was still around, the Night's Watch brother's grizzled Northern face was one she was particularly happy to see, reflected by the smile she gave him when he approached. His seeming guilt, however, garnered a far more sympathetic look, and Max frowned slightly as she patted him on the arm towards the end of his apology. It wasn't his fault. She knew that, and she wanted Jon to know that too. But before she could open her mouth to reassure him, his attention was pulled towards the distant howling of a wolf, and Max blinked once or twice as she followed his gaze keenly.
"Umm... something spook you? It's probably just a stray dog, or... something..."