Kristine is certainly not pleased. (Canon is Ibsen's A Doll's House)

[tolivefor]

Mundane:
 
I see I am bound to wait here (even though Nora would have been a better choice in my place). But if in the meanwhile I can find Krogstad again, it will be worth it, since we will be able to live together. And I don't want to be alone. You know that work has been my greatest and only happiness so far, but now I am alone and  working for oneself does not bring happiness.
We need each other.

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[noshitstogive]

[How do you know? How can you possibly know? Because her voice reaches him somewhere beyond calculation or even caution. Because however well he understands that this space is strange, however firmly he denies all positive fortune, he cannot quite believe that this is not the Kristine Linde he knows. Or knew, and had just begun to know again.

Take a chance, let it be. Tentatively, he reaches for her hands.]

It is you, then.

[tolivefor]

[Hers, on the other hand, reaffirms what she imagined.

It's him. And she will not deny herself that. That happiness.

So smiling, she takes his hands.]

And it's you.

[noshitstogive]

[At the reality of her touch, he finally allows himself to smile, could hardly hold back the expression if he had wished. There are no longer any doubts on this count; he knows only that against all expectations, she is here. That once again he has been spared the unceasing sting of loneliness.]

I am so pleased to see you.

[There are other thoughts, stumbling explanations for his hesitation, questions about how she had come here and when, about where she had been and what she had been doing. None of these can make their way to speech, however, and he simply beholds her, astonished and deeply relieved.]

[tolivefor]

[And that happiness is obviously shared. Her smile widens slightly. She's so glad to have him here. So glad that the shadow of loneliness didn't follow her closer.]

And so am I.

[And yet, she has many questions.]
Have you been alone here for long?

[noshitstogive]

[The sight of her own smile warms him further still, and for the moment he could almost forget that they are in this inexplicable world.]

No longer than I once became accustomed to. [He need not dwell on the hollowness of that time, the certainty that at last there was nothing even to grab hold of. Such is the case no longer, and he will not dampen the moment.]

And you? Where— ['When'? No, best stick with 'where'.] Where have you been? How have you been? You look— Well. Worn, but well. [It is close enough to the truth. She is welcome to his sight, lovely as she has ever been, but he cannot deny that the world has taken its toll. As it has with him. As it does with anyone who must live beyond pretense.]

[tolivefor]

[And she's glad he doesn't dampen it. There's no need to dwell on anything, but just enjoy the happiness, the fact that they are together. At last.]
I had left the Helmers and I was about to join you, but the door led me here instead of to the street. But to you in the end.
[She still smiles]
You look well too.