"Combeferre!" Courfeyrac throws his arms around his friend, heedless to his sore muscles. "I see that you're ready to go. Are those water bottles in your pants, or are you just thrilled to see me?"

It's good to have Combeferre here. It's good to be moving forward, getting things done, and he's grinning widely as he releases his friend. Let whatever monsters there are come at them, human or otherwise. They're ready.

The others gather, and Courfeyrac greets each of them with a grin and hug. By the time the call to start boarding the plane comes he's moved on to chatting with people outside the group, including a young couple sitting behind where Bahorel sprawls across a bank of chairs.