For the first time since he’d left, everything felt right again. It was like old times again, like he’d never even left.<br/><br/>The fact that she was in a hospital bed was forgotten, that he’d shown up in the dead of night was forgotten. That he’d been gone for five years was forgotten. Even his different appearance, his changes, were forgotten. What wasn’t forgotten, however, was the kinship they’d once shared. All of that was conveyed through that hug, her arms holding him tight as she cried into his shoulder, not even caring that she was blubbering like an idiot.<br/><br/>She had Eidhin back; That’s what mattered.<br/><br/>His joke had her choking out a laugh, pulling back to wipe her tears away and feel over his face, almost disbelieving right then that he was there with her. “I’m g-g-glad I have your per-permission to beat you, then!” Eilidh managed to laugh back, nudging him away before subsequently pulling him back into a hug. “I would’ve done it, anyway, b-but glad you’re exp-exp-expecting it!”<br/><br/>Another long moment passed of just holding him, of relishing in the fact that she had her brother back, that things could possibly be normal again. Words were escaping her, at least right then, but soon reality came back and she pulled away again, eyes searching his for some answer she thought would be readily apparent. An answer she wouldn’t get until she broached the subject completely.<br/><br/>“…Why did you leave, Eidhin?” Her words were barely a whisper, a breath, tears still present in her eyes though only a few fell here or there, just thinking of him gone bringing afresh all that she’d felt in his absence. “Why didn’t you come back to me? Why are you here now? What’s changed?”