Arjun waits on the Luna landing pad in his best suit with fresh lilacs — and Avasarala, home at last, finds his arms are home enough.
After Avasarala's tearful farewell haiku from deep space, Arjun is there when she comes home: waiting on the Luna landing pad in his best suit, a spray of fresh lilacs in hand, a little bloodshot about the eyes, looking younger in the low gravity. As she walks to him under the curious gaze of Holden's crew — who wonder how anyone could be married to someone so abrasive — he says softly, 'Welcome home,' and she leans into his arms. He smells like himself; with her head on his shoulder, she no longer needs Earth so badly.
He is home enough. The poet who freed her to fight is the anchor she returns to.
A cultured older man in his best suit, looking younger in low gravity, eyes a little bloodshot, holding a spray of fresh lilacs on the landing pad.
Avasarala's husband, who welcomes her home to Luna and grounds her after the war.