Back on the ground before him, once she shifts back into her natural form, it’s easier to find a smile for him than she had expected. His words certainly help - it’s always nice to hear such pleasant things - and they erase a little of the horror from the Deserts vision.
Agetta moves forward, her midnight blue eyes bright and she stretches out a pale muzzle to bump it gently against his dark one in greeting. She doesn’t let herself stare at him too long, doesn’t dare lapse into any form of silence, lest the memories begin to choke her.
But she finds it hard to look at his bright, sunset-eyes without thinking of them rolling across the sand.
“It’s so good to see you again too.” She states with genuine affection as she steps back to a more companionable distance. There’s a flicker of a frown, but it’s a thoughtful one. It feels weird not to address someone by name - but she is determined now more than ever not to use the one his mother had give him. She explains the frown with a shake of her head and a small laugh. “I’m going to have to think of a nickname to call you, I think. Something that suits you better than your given name.”
Creativity had never been her strength, but perhaps something will come to her.
In the meantime, she asks the only question she can think of that isn’t anything like ‘so did you really kill your mother?’
“How have you been?”
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