Come for them she does, courtesy of Iris's bus. They park nearby and Tris comes running out the door, calling, "Harry!"

She hardly dares to hope, but unravels a braid as she comes anyway, both hands busy until Harry gets within reach. By then, she'll be warm all the way through, radiating heat and just barely, carefully, safe to touch and kiss.

Tris bursts into tears of relief when she sees him.