Cerulean Cape don't leave me drowning in your Sunday rain

It has been some time since he's thought of his delicate companion -- in the time since their last meeting there has been a whole war, a whole generation born, and all the mindless days in between to fill it out. Truthfully Furi is who lingers in the back of his mind these days, keeping one eye peeled for sign or scent of her (she'd often wandered the coast, no?) despite his doubt they will encounter each other again soon. 

So when the silence is broken he does not register her at first, until she is close enough to make out and -- oh -- surprise crosses his wound-marked face, settling into bright warmth as he moves toward her, removing the distance with large steps. There is an almost joyful lightness in the way he bounds towards her, uncharacteristically so for him. He finds his voice as he's near enough to embrace her (should she allow him the privilege), saying only, "Mirabelle."