She's home.
My Astra made it home.
I didn't pry, neither. I mean, I know she went to help one o' her friends, and it was safer for me not t' go, because, when I get involved in stuff like that, creepy spiritual necromancers come out of the woodwork and possess me and stuff.
But I was worried.
Clem stayed at the Bar with me and played about a billion games of Crazy Eights and War and everything else we could think of to distract me.
I actually got really good at Donkey Kong...
But she's home!
That's the important thing.