It had been years since Orestes felt truly happy. Over the last few weeks he had felt whole again. His siblings, wife, and cousin had meant the world to him, so having them back made him the happiest man on earth.
He shook his head and waved a hand, feeling himself revert a little back into that little boy she spoke of. "Ah, I'm only a little taller," he teased. "Gods," he said again as he looked his sister over again. Then he remembered the gift he'd brought for her. He pulled a little gift box from his jacket and handed it to her, "I got you this. It's nothing special," he said nonchalantly, though he really did want her to love it. That little boy in him wanted his sisters approval more than anything in that moment.