Wow. It was Julia. But not the way he remembered her. She was the Julia he knew from high school, but older. Not broken and ravaged like she was when she first studied magic, or broken and hollow the way he'd known her in Fillory. He liked this. He must have liked different for her, too. There were parts of him that were made of wood (shoulder, collarbone) , thanks to some centaur healing magic, and his hair had been stark white at one point. It was back to normal now, though, a spot of vanity on his part.
He smiled, lifted his arms, and enveloped her into his embrace. He breathed in her hair. "God it's good to see you."