"Sylvester?!" Aurora stepped forward, dumbfounded and excited at the same time. "Am I seeing things?"
'She looks so… different?' Sylvester noticed the effects of age on her face. Although still young and beautiful, he noticed sparse gray strands mixed in her brown hair. Tiny hints of aging wrinkles had also appeared around the edge of her eyes. 'Must have been under great stress.'
"Stop staring at me. I know I'm handsome," Sylvester jested and stood up. It had been a while, and a hug was the least she deserved, alongside his invisible blessing that healed any ailments in her body, whether dormant or ongoing.
So speechless, it took a few moments before she reacted to Sylvester's embrace and hugged him back. She patted his back and touched his blonde hair to make sure it was him.
"Where were you?"
"Almost dead, lost, and getting stronger. It's a long story, Aurora." Sylvester let her go and looked up at the Lord Inquisitor. "Still going strong?"
