Dagmar's greeting cut Kajsa to the quick, mostly because Kajsa had also hoped that maybe Dagmar hadn't been wrong, that maybe her and Valterri had come home. She attempted at weak smile at Dagmar either way, even as she felt a presence come up behind her. She highly doubted that they were expecting anyone today and the animosity coming off him in waves was too intense for it to be anyone other than her beloved brother. Kajsa stepped into the house and dropped her bag next to the couch Dagmar had just vacated. She tried her best to not actively think about the contents of the bag or her charade would be over before it even began. "You didn't have to, Dagmar...you really didn't," Kajsa informed her sister who was walking off towards the kitchen with her familiar. Then, not wanting to sound completely ungrateful, added: "But thank you. For remembering."
Turning towards her brother, Kajsa always felt like she was staring straight into the face of the devil when she looked at either Jokull or Leif. It was an odd feeling and one she couldn't really hide from either man as it showed directly on her face. "Leif. I wasn't expecting a visit," Kajsa tried for neutral and flailed inwardly. Read: Leif. I wasn't hoping for a visit. In fact, kind of hoping for the exact opposite. If Leif got that through his demonic brain waves, then it wasn't exactly breaking news for the older brother. Of course, Kajsa tried not to hold his demon blood against him. Just because she'd been spared from being born Jokull's didn't mean she loved her sisters any less because they were his.
Heading towards the kitchen, Kajsa assumed the bottle of wine was for her. She tried not to say anything. She'd be gracious, grateful, toast even. But she wouldn't drink. It was almost unkind of Dagmar to choose this, but Kajsa couldn't really attest to the fact that she'd been sober at all. And the fear renewed itself in Kajsa's chest. She had no idea who she'd been or what she'd done (or who she'd done and what she'd been) for the last few months.