Piotr looked upon the hooves and the tail and the horns with a placid face. He immediately thought of Limbo and the demons there. He thought about Illyana's control over all of it. The stepping disks that took them there. His time within the realm when he'd been taken there to recover. He himself had the ability to tap into the magic of the Rasputins, but he hadn't been trained to. He hadn't known until his sister had informed him of the fact.
He was not put off by the sight of any of it.
All he saw was his sister.
He stepped forward, meaning to bring her into his arms, but she stepped back to match. Instead of halting, like perhaps somebody with better social skills might have done, Piotr pursued. He leaned forward as he moved, bridging the gap of space between them and caught Illyana's hand so that she couldn't continue to retreat. In the same movement, closed the distance the rest of the way, and wrapped his arms around her slight form. She was a good deal smaller than him, making it easier for him to fold her up in himself, even with her horns.
"Nikogda ne begi ot menia, malyshka. Nikogda ne skryvat'." He spoke the words softly in a tongue he was sure that she had lost, but he couldn't say them any other way. "My odnoi krovi, vy i ia, eto ne imeet znacheniia, esli my iz raznykh mest. Ty moia Yana seichas, a ia vash Piotr. Eto edinstvennoe, chto imeet znachenie."
* Do not ever run from me, little one. Do not ever hide. We are the same blood, you and I, it matters not if we come from different places. You are my Yana now, and I am your Piotr. This is the only thing that matters.