Ryan chewed away happily at the food Anselm had offered her. There was nothing like the taste of a warm, fresh kill and she easily found herself liking at her lips after every bite. It was nice to be here next to him in the one place that she had to call home. And now she felt as if she had her family back – as much as it could ever be put back together. She turned her crimson gaze on him, though all the while still eating. It was good to hear that he had been well. Ryan had worried about him at first, though she supposed deep down that she knew he’d be alright all along.
"I’ve been doing alright, I suppose." She had survived her first pregnancy, her first heartbreak, and her first chance at leadership. It was strange to think of how much had happened in the absence of her father. Ryan couldn’t be happier now that he was back and could be a part of she and Valkyrie’s lives. "A lot of things have happened," she told him, though didn’t even attempt to penetrate the surface just yet. They had plenty of time to catch up. "It’s good to have you back," she told him, before wrapping her arms around his half-shifted frame and pulling him into an embrace.