“Phainant!” exclaimed Camistella, who hadn’t been hugged for ten thousand years. “I knew you were alive! I knew that even in Calcite, you wouldn’t disappear! And Bibis, and Beavis... you’re both safe and sound too! What a relief... oh, you finally found the time to come north... luckily, everything turned out alright! Now it’s safe here.”
A single tear rolled down the lunar’s cheek.