[ Thoma props himself up on his elbows, concern plain on his face as he watches Ori sort through the new information she's been given, trying to slot it into whatever reality she's just lived. He understands that feeling well. He'd plopped down for what he thought was a single night's sleep and then woke up a whole month later. It's... jarring, to say the very least. ]
Eight months?
[ He doesn't quite manage to mask his surprise. And he thought the short bit of time he spent at home in his dreams was hard to reconcile. For Ori, it's been over half a year since she left. Over half a year since she last saw them. ]
Oh, starlight. You must have been through so much... I can't even imagine.
[ It's then that he flings his arms around her, letting gravity take them back down to the bed of flowers as he holds her tight. His fingers curl into the fabric of her dress - something he has yet to realize he's never seen her in before. ]
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Eight months?
[ He doesn't quite manage to mask his surprise. And he thought the short bit of time he spent at home in his dreams was hard to reconcile. For Ori, it's been over half a year since she left. Over half a year since she last saw them. ]
Oh, starlight. You must have been through so much... I can't even imagine.
[ It's then that he flings his arms around her, letting gravity take them back down to the bed of flowers as he holds her tight. His fingers curl into the fabric of her dress - something he has yet to realize he's never seen her in before. ]
I'm so glad you're back.