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A 'hey' came from her mouth that didn't sound like Indra, but at the same time very much did. She recognised the stiff posture, which wasn't too strange for Indra, either; she had always been a lot less confident than Laurel, and it only made sense that she would be this way. It had been so long since they had seen each other, after all, in whatever form. And now here they were, by a surprising turn of events.

It's me, she said, eyes soft and caring as she looked at the Indra-lookalike.

I'm so happy you're back, Laurel said with an uncharacteristic soft tone to her voice, almost as if she was speaking to her own child rather than her would-be sister. This must all be new to you. I missed you so much... Please don't leave me again. Her words remained soft, no command about them this time; her sister was still tense, after all, she could tell.

Laurel moved in to close the distance, intending to softly brush her nose past the other's cheek and embrace her, pressing her head against the other's neck, would such a thing be allowed.