She clenched her eyes shut, willing herself not to tear up again, her hands moving to gently cup his elbows as he grasped her.

"Death to Chronos." She murmured, and the way she said it suggested it was like a mantra, said over and over again like she was speaking it into existence. Her eyes opened again. "I will, brother." She took a breath. "I had so many things I wanted to ask you when we finally met, and now I am just... happy to see you. The real you and not the portrait sitting half finished in my tent."