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Old habits died hard, and a piece of her was tempted to hold her grudge.  That small part was silenced by the larger, more expansive truth of these past few years.  She'd lost so many, and if fate for some reason saw fit to bring him striding back in now, she'd take it.  She was too tired not to, and it was too good to hear his stupid voice.

She smiled, and then laughed.  The release of it felt good, and she shook her head.  You haven't changed a bit.  Welcome back.  Briefly she thought perhaps she should call for Aningan... but no.  She knew her call was enough, and if she said it, Vlad would be allowed to stay.  Just one condition, grendpa.  I want to hear where you've been. She took a step back, inviting him to follow at a walk.