Keldo had none of the hesitation, or the restraint, that his sister had displayed.
It was like a sun coming out past the clouds to see her turn the corner towards him. A slow smile worked its way onto his face and he held his arms out as he closed the distance between them with a few cautious steps. There was no denying that they fit together just as well as they always had before. Even though she was ever so slightly taller than him (which he was certain was the fault of the prosthetic), he could still find a way to be the one wrapping his arms around her to feign that he could protect her as much as she’d always protected him. It let him feel like the older of the two to have that position for a moment, and in this moment, it emphasized that he’d always be the one who was able to offer her something gentle and familiar to fall back on when the rest of the world was harsh and unyielding.
“You look quite elegant, Phasma.” He informed her softly, as his fingers brushed her hair away from her face.
It might not have been any of the words that could have been said, but it contained his meaning all the same. Anything that may have been anticipated was best left unspoken and frozen in its place in time; a time which was clearly not her own. Keldo was looking at a woman who had changed from when she’d stood beside him last. It seemed as if she had tucked away some of the wilderness and aged very gracefully into someone different than she’d had a chance to be in their time. It was odd to see someone who he so clearly knew and to know, in an instant, that they were not as they had been when he had last seen them. Somehow time had marched on for her where it had not for him.
It could have been troubling but it didn’t matter at all. The only thing that mattered was that they had each other again.