"Yeah, I can imagine." Luka says, relaxing under Gyre's comforting touch. He's never had a similar experience, but it's not difficult to assume how sensitive it would be. "Like meeting a long lost sibling, or something. I hope they aren't scared when they come out."

Luka slides a small pile of green meat-cubes aside with the knife and re-positions the remaining chunk of the slab before continuing to work.

"It would probably be better if they met everyone one at a time... so they don't get overwhelmed. The big party can come later."