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Spirit wasn't quite sure what to think of his sister's absence. He'd gotten word she was well, but beyond that it was entirely unlike her to just leave... though it seemed like leaving and reappearing was something his family was all too good at. Though he didn't harbor any hard feelings toward her, he couldn't help but uneasy when he finally heard her call. He was glad to see for himself that she was alive and hopefully well, but he feared the answers her arrival might bring. Even as he grew older Spirit had never grown more used to change - if it was up to him, everything would stay the same forever, but he knew that was hardly ever the case.

A sigh left the man's lips as he made his way to his sister's call. Of course all those negative feelings seemed to fade away as soon as he saw her, instead a gentle smile reaching his lips as he moved to greet her, tenderly touching his nose to her cheek. "Sister," he breathed softly, sounding grateful to see her again. Likewise he was just as glad to see his mother, well aware that her age made it difficult to get around these days.