Once again the wind was doing that weird thing where it wasn't just going in directions Diana directed it, it was going Everywhere. But she didn't really care, was hardly paying attention to what it was doing to her hair or how it pulled and tugged at her robes, because she knew that voice. The one she hadn't found yet, the one she'd been worrying over, the one who looked just like she should have if older than remembered like all of them. It was Cheila and she recognized her too.
Diana didn't think or hesitate at all. The second she recognized her she was moving closer, still ignoring the wind because it always acted up when she was emotional, and her arms were opened to pull Cheila right into a hug, practically clinging to her to ensure that she was real. "It is you," she murmured, tears clouding her eyes and the wind picking up. "Thank the gods! How long have you been here? Are you okay? What happened to you?" A whirl of questions she'd asked them all. It was almost surreal for her to realize that all of her children, every last one, was there again, within reach instead of scattered to the wind without her knowing whether they were alive or dead.