Dulcinea had no qualms with the contact, relishing it, finding herself in need of it. It meant that this wasn't a dream nor hallucination. Maiha was here, in the flesh.
As he wove his story, her smile fell away as her face took on concern and a look of utmost seriousness. He had her rapt attention as he gave answer to her questions all these months: where had her loved one gone? How had they favoured the war? And while some were still missing, and sadly, likely gone, at least Maiha had come back. He was her oldest friend here, now.
She modestly ducked her head and dipped into a small, playful curtsey. "I thank you endlessly for such compliments, cara. I fair much better now that you are here, now that my heart can rest easy knowing you are truly safe." She squeezed his hands to add, "Home.
I've been...well, I am progressing. Since the loss of my Childe and the aftermath of Reno, I am taking it a day at a time. I've apparently a knack for mothering as I've been tending to an orphaned vampire and an orphaned werewolf. They keep me busy when the track does not."