A hand grips Jamie's shoulder, keeping him from stepping too far off. The grip is firm, but gentle, and is accompanied with a breathless and startled voice.

"Jamie."

He'd been dozing off in his trailer before hearing about the returning group, and thought to rush back to the cookhouse--can't heal, can't fight, but can make good on that promise to feed people. He'd sort of assumed everyone would still be holed up in the nurse's tent again, though, instead of wandering around.

"You made it back."