[ His embrace in return feels nothing less than soothing, like she's dipped right into a warm, luxurious bath or wrapped up in the softest cashmere. She pulls away just enough so that she might search his face, finding the familiar gleam in his emerald eyes and the mischievous slant to his trickster-smile. She does...
But what she doesn't see is familiarity, at least, not completely:
"Pyra! ....Right?"
Pyra has heard that some of those who leave and return might forget who they've met here, and that's... well, it can't be helped. That he recalls her name is more than enough. She lifts a hand to his cheek, touch warm-- as always-- just as she's done before, and smiles at him. ] That's right.
It's been a while, but you haven't changed a single bit. [ She laughs. ] Still going without a shirt, I see.
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But what she doesn't see is familiarity, at least, not completely:
"Pyra! ....Right?"
Pyra has heard that some of those who leave and return might forget who they've met here, and that's... well, it can't be helped. That he recalls her name is more than enough. She lifts a hand to his cheek, touch warm-- as always-- just as she's done before, and smiles at him. ] That's right.
It's been a while, but you haven't changed a single bit. [ She laughs. ] Still going without a shirt, I see.