He had not wished her into existence, but there she is. Nemeon’s golden eyes move from the snowdrops and catch on Anaise when she speaks his name. There are a lot of emotions that rise up in that moment, and almost all of them conflict with one another. Guilt, relief, hurt. It’s the confusion that reigns, though, and it is not well concealed. It clouds his golden eyes and creases his face into a frown as he looks at her, as she greets him.
She should apologize, he thinks. Or maybe he should?
He can't decide if he blames himself or her more for how their meeting had ended last time.
Instead of an apology, he finds himself saying “What do you want?” But realizing this question sounds harsher than he intends, even in his soft voice, he follows it up for clarification. “You left without saying goodbye. I thought…” But he trails off, thinking that telling her ‘I thought you hated me’ sounds petulant. Like he’s just a pouting colt. And maybe he is, for all that he is grown up.
His thoughts swirl around in his head, focusing on her, before this focus triggers a memory. His frown deepens and his gaze becomes more intent as he remembers how she had changed without him speaking any words out loud. “Can you hear my thoughts?”