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Nayru had never considered that the man might not recognize her. Even in his perpetual haze the memory of the young girl returned to him and Nayru was pleased and almost giddy to hear the pet names she had been called before. That he scooped her up in his arms would have been strange for any other being, even Gideon was not so open and warm with her. Yet Nayru did not shy away but let herself fall completely into the embrace, finding the smell of earth and smoke to be enjoyable and comforting. When he put her at arm's length to inspect what the past year had done to her, she smiled up at him in a way she did not with the others who had an investment in her growth. With them she was always reserved, quiet: a thoughtful ghost among the living. With Razekiel it was so easy to be one of the living herself.
"And you look very much the same Razekiel." Her near silent voice was filled with affection and warmth, although she slowly regained some of her normal cool composure as she straightened herself. More and more the girl was becoming comfortable with touching and being touched by others. Nayru knew now that no one stayed around forever, and it was best to love them while you could. Part of her wished she had been closer to Conor, but the thought did not stick in her mind for very long. Razekiel was here and it was better to focus on him, who existed now before her, than ghosts that were long gone. The girl smiled her slow, shy smile then, replaced from the larger grin that had appeared at the surprise sighting of the former Inferni man.
"I run this joint." Her words came loosely, less structured than normally, but she laughed her light laugh as she spoke. Leadership seemed to come comfortably enough under her, and Nayru had never been happier with the pack, except for the shadows that seemed to lurk still. As if they couldn’t shake Conor, and even Haku no matter how hard they tried. "What about you? Have you been in Inferni all this time?" She had never gone to look for him, as he had warned her not to. Only once had she come close to breaching their borders, and it had only been for a mere moment before she turned her back on the unhappy lands again.
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