[He's already passed her body off for processing by the time she arrives; Atem was sober and efficient about it. He still smells a little like the corpse she left behind, on his arms and his coat, but the smell is all that lingers -- any sadness left, any doubts and fears of not coming back and losing her brought on by witnessing something the mind isn't used to thinking of as anything but final, all burn up like fog under sunlight when she comes trotting up to him.]
Ray!
[As she comes up, the end of his tail lifts up in a happy little question-mark, like a cat's would. Atem's wings stay tucked neatly against his back, claws hooked over his shoulders, but his arms go out wide -- obviously offering a hug, if she'd like it. If you can't hug your very good friend after they've just come back from the dead, when can you?]
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Ray!
[As she comes up, the end of his tail lifts up in a happy little question-mark, like a cat's would. Atem's wings stay tucked neatly against his back, claws hooked over his shoulders, but his arms go out wide -- obviously offering a hug, if she'd like it. If you can't hug your very good friend after they've just come back from the dead, when can you?]
I'm glad to see you. You had me worried!