Storm sighed, gently. Not disappointed, but relieved. Yes, it was a relief to have Fog around again. He'd gotten used to her leaving and never once wanted to fault her for it. But when was the last time they'd actually talked? When was their last conversation? Who knew him the way Fog did? He smiled, and took her hand, leading her over to where he'd previously been sitting, only to let go and start fixing her a cup of tea straightaway.
"So, where've you been?" he asked, brushing a wandering pouf of cloud out of her teacup. Oh, they always wanted to get in the way. "Tell me some stories." he smiled, handing the cup over, cloud-free.