A silent kind of strength

"… a surprise, huh."

[/Oh. Well... she would prefer a seat. Perhaps she'll just... move closer and stand beside the desk instead.]

"Oh, hello, Mr. Dante. It’s nice to see you again."

[/Very distraught over this, Oh god he hadn’t been gone from Fortuna that long, she couldn’t have forgotten me already. Kyrie wouldn’t forget him, no- of course she wouldn’t.]

[/SUDDENLY APPEARS IN THE SHOP. SURPRISE VISIT!!!]

"Oh, hello, Mr. Dante. It's nice to see you again."

[/SUDDENLY APPEARS IN THE SHOP. SURPRISE VISIT!!!]

[/SITS AT THE DESK AND OGLES THE BOOTY.]

[/Approaches the desk. Are you running the shop now, Nero?]

There passed several moments of unsure silence before Kyrie gently cleared her throat and stepped forward. The photo album was lowered and placed carefully on the table - it was full of so many precious memories of which she was more than a little protective and it was with delicate fingers that she opened the first page. She pointed to the very first picture - a fuzzy photograph of a two-year-old Nero, apparently trying to bite the foot off his ducky plushie.