> " Excuse me..."
> "Yes?" The winged girl questioned.
> And then, the parasol-holder turned to face you...
> A sense of relief washes over you. Long stay of worries take their leave, however minuscule and unwarranted they could have been. She is fine, and you have her right in front of you. It's like she never changed! Well, minus the scar on her face. Still, those were minor details on what you believe to be a family member for you, and that wasn't going to take away from this moment.
> You don't know what kind of face you are making, but she is just looking at you. Neutral.
> _