He waved his hand in front of her face.
'You really are-'
'Blind. Yes, I know,' She interrupted. Her pale white eyes shone, unable to see her uneven shirt, or her mismatched socks and shoes. 'You look concerned.'
'I- Wait, how can you tell?'
She shifted. 'I can feel it. I just know you well enough to know.'
'We haven't seen each other in 5 years, though. People change. You changed.'
She tried to stare at his face. 'Well, /you/ didn't. I can tell.'
He sighed, and tried to see what she was thinking, though her blank eyes gave away nothing.
'I'm glad you didn't, though.' She smiled at him slightly. 'I wouldn't have been able to imagine what you looked like if you did change.'
He waved his hand over her eyes again.
'I can feel you doing that.'
He stopped abruptly, an embarrassed look on his face. 'I have to go now. Let's meet again tomorrow.'
'Ok, I'll be waiting.' She heard him move the tarp aside and step out.

A wasteland wasn't a good place to be by yourself.

Good thing she had him.