He'd expected it, had been somewhat (though not at all) prepared for it, but still, seeing that look on her young face cut at his heart. He was sure his own countenance had shared it, not half an hour ago. That look of absolute disbelief, "seen a ghost", some might call it. Ethan held her hand tightly, not confining, but supporting, letting her dig into his skin all she wanted.

"I know, carina," he whispered soothingly, draping the other arm around her shoulders, giving the one under his hand a quiet squeeze. "I couldn't believe it, either. But it's him." Beyond a doubt. Or, well, some semblance of David, anyway.