Rosalie smiled brightly when she saw him descending. He no longer shuffled nervously around new places, but looked steady and purposeful. Catching his wave, she lifted a hand off her coffee to flutter her fingers back. "Hello! Look at you!" She said it teasingly, aware that the words were the type thrown out as stock by distant family members all over the world.
Not waiting for a response, she set her cup down so that she could slide neatly off the desk and give him a quick hug. "See, this is even less furry than I remember you," she told him, motioning up to his hair lightly before picking back up her things. "You look well," she qualified her earlier statement with more sincerity and it was a compliment. For all of her friendliness, Rosalie rarely told people that they looked good without really meaning it.