Nayru’s ears perked slightly at the rustling that came from behind Saluce, and she let almost a smile spread on her lips. On four legs he was closer to her own size, but still her fairy form seemed dwarfed by his sheer mass. He said nothing until he had taken the shape more familiar to her and Nayru nodded, as if to confirm that yes, this was how it should be. Rarely did she ever stand on four legs now, and if she did they were only the middle form between a true wolf and that of a werewolf. Yet she knew, despite what felt right, it was not the shape one took but the energy that came from those shapes. Saluce’s energy felt the same as it always had, and it seemed almost to her, that they had not missed a beat.
"Where else would I be?" Her soft voice was sing song in response to his teasing, and Nayru remembered a time when she had grown angry and confused at the man’s return. That had been upon Dahlian soils, she had been a Dahlian, more fierce back then perhaps. Saluce’s seeking of a home in Dahlia de Mai had spurned her pride in a way, but in Ichika she knew better than to have any pride. And she also knew better to believe that Saluce was seeking a home in Ichika no Ho-en. He stopped at the border and she smiled then, a soft laugh. "You may enter."
And yet whether he moved beyond the borders she did not mind, Nayru normally did not invite ghosts into her home but Saluce would be that exception, but perhaps the only one. "The queen still sits beside her jester, surely you inquire about him as well?" The Ryu was no queen and Nayru knew the man’s distaste for her co-leader, but to keep with the easy banter was more pleasant than asking anything serious that might linger too long on their lips or in their minds. And yet, Saluce, in his way, could not hold back and she nodded at his admission, yet could not keep herself from speaking the truth. "I don’t bother to miss anyone anymore. It’s easier that way."