For a good few moments, Neveah regarded this strange man in silence, mulling over the words he had just said. She was certain she had never met him before, but from his words, and his distinct features, she had a very good idea of his identity.
It was only that, for him to be here, at this time, was something that just did not make any sense. And she was not particularly certain how to react.
She had contemplated a thousand times, the first words she would say to Alessio, or Lothaire. Or if her claws would execute the reunion instead, however, she had not really considered this.
"I like my hair the way it is." Were the first words out of Neveah's mouth, her tone reflexively defiant, and she suppressed the urge to cringe visibly.
In response, and to her mortification, he patted Neveah's head, like she was some toddler in his eyes. "Good for you."
