Waiting in her suite was about as excruciating as his ride up the elevator. She stood near the door, looking out the peephole and even opening the door a couple of times to check if the elevator had arrived yet. After closing the door the second time she laughed at herself. Patience was something she knew well but right now she was finding it very difficult to have any.
And then the knock came and Isis turned swiftly on her toes to open it. A bright, happy smile showed on her face as she looked upon the face of her dear Osiris. Suddenly the right words of welcome weren't there and for a few seconds she just stood there smiling at him. And then she took his face in her hands and kissed him. It was the only logical thing she could think of.