Stavanger Bay And in the moonlight, all we're wearing is each other.

The crew? It seemed Sunhawk was apart of their little group. An odd, boisterous fellow indeed, but Tahoe dismissed the judgment. As long as the boy wasn’t all talk, he didn’t have objection to his presence. Numbers were vital in these days. Especially since they had recently lost a member.

Cyclops? He repeated, brow furrowed as he eyed the stranger move; noticing the odd gait.

A third joined them now—Umbra. She greeted Sunhawk without a shred of hostility, an open indicator he was no foe. He’d never witnessed the woman express such elation, which momentarily made him second-guess if this was actually Umbra, or a doppelgänger. Tahoe observed simply, awaiting Sunhawk’s reaction to the reunification.