The Skysplitter samurai, lightning already crackling along her heels from raw emotion and unconscious instinct, blinked to him in a burst of electrical force. Her arms locked around his waist, and her cheek slammed against his ribs. She didn't say a word, just held on as if letting go would straight-up bring the end of the world. Her world, to be more specific.
Lucille wasn't far behind. She let out a squeal of joy and leapt with the kind of strength that could split stone, her axe long forgotten. She slammed into him from the side, arms wrapping tight around his back with a growled, "You have no idea how much we missed you…" that was all love and no anger.
Seraphiel came next, her hybrid-class-enhanced body gliding across the clearing in a blur. She wasn't graceful this time—wasn't aiming for poise. She just grabbed his arm and pulled herself into the cluster, her other hand curling over his shoulder, fingers trembling with relief.
