> You bite your lip to keep from sobbing, which doesn’t work all that well. You sniffle softly, and move to look at him, gently touching his face with your cold hands.
“You’re real, you’re alive…”
> Whether you or others knew it, unreality sets in quick lately. The spirits of the dead can make one think that even the living are dead. You carefully trace his features, the pulse of his blood through your hands making your own throb, trying to continue their own, but it’s painful to try and let that in.
“Kankor…”
> You lean your head against his, top eyes fluttering softly against his head, a smile spreading on your face and more tears falling.
“I’m so happy you’re okay. I missed you, all of you, even if you’re all so close, still near. It hurt’s so bad, that I can’t… I can’t…”
> You let out a shivering sigh, and close your eyes, hands on his cheeks. Which you then smoosh together, and smile even more, laughing softly.
“Chubby cheeks.”
“Yep. Still living and breathing, although part of my body might not’ve come back proper after that trance state.”
> Something was wrong with Yehuda; that much was for certain-- but you couldn’t bring yourself to question. Not now, at least. Your arms tighten around him, letting your head rest against his collarbone.
“I’m fine, Yehuda, everything is fine now. Trust me on that.”
> You can feel his heart at least trying to beat again-- hell, you can practically hear it against your eardrums, and at that moment, you know that your brother is radically different from the last time you saw him. You want to expound further on this suspicion, and--
> He squishes your cheeks together.
“You haven’t done that since... I was maybe five or six sweeps?”
