He found her quickly, and he looked the same as she remembered. Still, as he approached her, she was in a good position to study him. She stared at his form as he walked up to her, trying to see whether he was different at all. As a younger person, she had looked at him and tried to see the little features that were similar to his brother, or his father, or even Mew. Family features, things that she found few of in her own face. Perhaps it was so, that even these things, the things that marked her as one of them, had abandoned her. They were there in Keeleigh and Dexter, but not in her own, small face. Or so she thought. She hadn't seen herself in a long time. She rose to stand up once Conor was close enough, and shot him a small smile between closed lips when he spoke her name. The book was still held closely, tucked behind crossing arms along her stomach as if for defense, but her tail gave a subtle swoosh behind her at his voice. "Hello, Conor," she said politely, not knowing if she was addressing the Alpha or her cousin, even if his voice did seem kind to her. She saw how he moved, but she did not react, awkward in her return, and at the difference in her person since she had left. He had been an adult, then, one of the people she had to obey in their household, and now he was.. a relative? And still her alpha. In a sense, nothing had changed. "I came back." Her voice spoke the words as carefully as the small movements of her body were executed, and the sentence did not fly far outside the space between the two cousins. The young girl blinked at him once or twice, clearly not intending to say anything more. It was childlike, in a way; an effect not lessened by her small stature.