She had a moment to look over him as well. His dark hair had bits of gray and his eyes weren't quite as bright. There were extra scars and hid dark mark that had been fresh in her time was now slightly faded. He might not have been here Rodolphus, but he was certainly who he said he was.
Bella wanted to move away from him but she wouldn't let herself, not when it would have meant that he won. She refused to let him win. Blacks always won.
He touched her hair and she looked up at him, surprisingly not swatting him away. "Do not," she muttered only to wince as he tightened his hold on her hair. "Careful! Do you know how much work I put into keeping it like this? I don't know where your hands have been." She hissed the words at him and reached up to put her hands flat on his chest. There was a hint of the familiar. If she had closed her eyes she might not have known he was any different than the Rodolphus she knew.