Illyana wasn't sure how she felt, being here. The sun was out again. She did not tire of it's warmth, it's light. Limbo had nothing like it, and being in it made her feel better, stronger. But it was not physical strength she needed now.
There was a trepidation in meeting Narya. When Illyana first escaped Limbo, every interaction with her brother had ended in disappointment. The look on his face was displeasing, and now she actively avoided him. His expectations. Her dim memory. This girl was a friend, one she'd called a sister?
She saw Narya. She could recognize her, not only from her pictures on the computer, but from the way she moved and smiled. She did know her.
Illyana walked up to where the people were leaving the shuttle, and stopped a few feet away. "Yaya," she said evenly. She felt almost as if she was watching all of this from outside herself, standing over her own shoulder. She looked curiously at the girl, who was so much older in such a short amount of time.