The door swung opened suddenly and Frankie saw a flash of that ginger red; she knew it was Sas even before the hug came. “Woah,” she let out a halfhearted chuckle. Frankie gotten so many hugs in just the past few days that it would make up for all the times she really needed them. She coiled her arms around Sas, above hers because Frankie didn’t want to accidentally poke her with one of her sharp bones that jutted out from her skin. They were sharper than usual and Frankie surmised that it may have something to do with her turbulent emotions since her brother showing up at Limbo.
She pressed her lips to the top of Sas’ head, burying her face into fiery red locks. “I thought I’d never see you and your red hair ever again.” Frankie broke the embrace and only so that she could get a good look at Sas, green eyes ticking from here to there looking to see if she looked alright.
“I’m back,” Frankie said in a wavering singsong tone. “Worst vacation of my life.” She rolled her eyes, the sarcasm very evident in her voice.