For Godric, it had been thirty-one years since he'd seen his sister; for her, it be like it had only been a day since she'd seen him. But now he looked...very different. The years had worn on him and most of the red had gone from his hair and beard.
It was strange, this new world. But the people he cared about most in all the worlds had also come back, and that was enough for him for now.
He made his way to the gardens to meet Herdis. Seeing her handwriting again had been emotional, but seeing her again? That would be, well, unlike anything else.
When he spotted her, Godric stopped, his breath catching in his throat. There she was, beautiful as ever and alive. He let out a shaky sigh. "Herdis..."