[Despite her agitation, a small smile grows on her lips. It's so simple, and still it's more than enough. Even as a hypothetical, that knowledge is a balm to her soul, crippled from years of returns to her father's castle with no one, save Myris, to bother greeting her.]

The Story Teller is a rude host indeed, to not tell you of my arrival. If nothing else, I am grateful I did not have to be without you for long. I only pray it was the same for you.