The face was familiar, perhaps more tired that recollection could serve, but he did know it. Kinai smiled shyly, a soft upturning of bowed lips. The girl was beautiful, there wasn't a doubt about it.
She was gone, a flurry of ringlets before he could greet her further, and he laughed. Darrian sat beside him, and Thren settled closer against the rail. easing himself into whatever conversation this elf saw fit, grateful for male company aboard the floating sorority of women.
All confusion and haze was gone. "I remember who you are now." Thren laughed throatily. "Ancestors, how did you... you know what? I'm not even sure I want to know how you got here."
Thren drew a knee up against his chest. "Is she yours?"