It was warm then, Helios's light so bright and warm, different from the darkness below, a stark departure from the dimness to which she'd become accustomed. It took a few moments for her dark eyes to adjust, and she wrapped her pale arms around her mother, tightly, hearing her chuckle -- that chuckle.
"Oh, no, not bad at all," she said, following Chloe's motion and taking a seat at the table, "at least, not bad the way the taxi went." She smiled easily. "Please and thank you -- the red wine is perfect," she said. And, in fact, she found it preferable; there had always been something about red wines she'd liked, something almost homey about them... just as there was something homey about her, but she tried not to think on that for the moment.