Careful, she begins to guide him to the nearest place to sit. Her fingers continue to go through his hair as if he were a little boy again and she had to work out the knots. One day he was just a grub with no lusus waiting in a crater and then she woke one day and he was so old. Her little ball of energy and curiosity suddenly wanting so much, his head full of ideas.

Her lips press to one of his horns. "Now we've found one another again."