Warja put everything she had into her hug, holding him with every last bit of strength in her limbs until it occurred to her that in her zeal she might be choking him. A bit embarrassed, she released Kismet and stepped back to gaze up at him sheepishly. "Sorry." She couldn't help it; even though she was indeed sorry, a grin tugged her features and no matter how hard she tried to remove it and appear sincere, it refused to budge, so she just stood there grinning like an idiot.
On this they could agree: it had been too long. Though not as long as she had been prepared for, it felt like months had gone by since their last meeting. She'd worried and yes, plotted ways to see him again, but in the end she'd gone against her better judgement and done what he'd requested: nothing. It was a source of tremendous conflict inside her and more than once her dilemma had kept her up at night. She desperately wanted to help but recognized that he desperately wanted her to stay out of it. "It sure has."
"I'm not going back this time either. Erani arranged something, I'm free." While his smile widened, her disappeared altogether. Shock made her features blank momentarily as she processed what he'd just said. Him and Soren were free? Really and truly free? "I don't know if I can believe you." There he was, standing right in front of her grinning from ear to ear. It had to be true. The goofy grin returned, overtaking her features. "Kismet! That's fantastic!" She wanted to celebrate, to run in circles and scream at the top of her lungs; something, anything to release the overwhelming energy that threatened to burst out of her. Instead she just stood there before him, completely out of breath and unable to move. "I don't know what to say. I just-" She grew serious. "There were so many time I thought about going after you." Warja shook her head incredulously, a hint of a smile brightening her face. "I'm so glad you're free."
