At some point, she’d drifted off to sleep. When she did, she wasn’t certain, but the next thing she knew her book had fallen somewhere off to the side…and a presence was felt in the room. It wasn’t something she’d heard, but that the atmosphere of the room changed. It felt more…confining.<br/><br/>She knew what the doctors felt like, what the nurses felt like. This felt…different. The same as another presence she was comfortable with…but different. Not opening her eyes, she waited for something to happen, anything to happen, her body focusing on where it was moving to until it came to a stop and then there was more waiting.<br/><br/>…Different. Like the presence over all, the voice was the same and yet…different. It sounded much like the voice she’d heard only a day before, when she thought she was meeting Eidhin.<br/><br/>But what was undeniable…was the story. No one knew that. No one knew of the heirloom, save for their immediate family. No one knew of their secret spot. No one knew of the name carving, and their promise…No one. The monitor for her pulse started to speed up, the monotone beeps coming in more rapid succession than they once had as emotions welled to the surface. Tears rose in her eyes, a hand raising to wipe them away before daring to open them, daring to look at her brother, the one person she’d sought for five…long…grueling years…<br/><br/>Different. He looked…nothing like she’d thought he would, which was why she’d panicked when he reached out to her in the woods. The hair color was the same, certainly, but the height, muscle mass, general way he held himself was different. In fact, the way the clothes fit, she thought he’d rip out of them at any moment.<br/><br/>All of that could have been explained away in her eyes. The similarities, even the story, could have been told by another. What sold it to her, now that she was taking a real look…were his eyes. They were the same eyes she’d looked into many a time, when making sure he was okay, when sharing a laugh. Those eyes wouldn’t lie.<br/><br/>Her lips parted to say his name, but the only thing that came out was a choked sob, arms open to beckon him over for a hug as tears streamed down her face. There was so much she wanted to say, to apologize for…For now, though, a hug would say it all best.