It had been so long since Corin had seen his little brother, he was half afraid that he was going to come back to find him sick or wounded or worse. Perhaps pale and haggard, shut away from the light like a dragon's treasure, and wilting like a flower kept too long from the warmth of the sun.
"I will be pleased to see him," Corin reiterated, idly tugging affectionately on his sister's hair. "And how are you, Your Majesty? Are you healing well?" He LOOKED so much better, and he was riding well. How much had Riku mother-henned him?
"Am I correct in assuming there will be a feast tonight to celebrate the return?" They were sorely tired of mountain rations.