having no idea what's going on - whether for the better or worse, fleur near silently approaches his shifter sister, looking as if he had broken out of a few of his chains. for someone as locked up, in many manners, as he is, it's something to be elated at noticing. ❝ oi, sis - you down for some free hugs? ❞
She shouldn’t be separate from anybody at this point, shouldn’t but can’t help it, fear and worry gnaw at her chest leaving it hollow and sickly. She actually jolts at the sudden voice, caught on her own, eyes leveling at her brother in startled surprise.
Strange, considering she usually would have heard her sibling approach, almost no matter how silent. Where he has freed up a few chains, seems she’s gained a few instead. But she notices, and while she relaxes, the exhausted but indeed elated shifter cracks a bit of a sheepish grin, lowering herself from the surprise.
“Ah- when wouldn’t I be? Think those are long overdue.” Open arms are the second permission, she’s missed him. She also looks a bit, smaller?







