[ There is a part of him that still thinks this a dream until Ardyn’s fingers close around his own, real and warm and there, pressed against the worn leather of his glove. No claws spring forth to pierce his skin, no foul magicks that try to drag him into the maw of a beast or into the Void itself. Just two errant souls, brought back together across worlds on the wings of some unknown force, defying all odds or expectation. He heaves a silent sigh, his posture relaxing all at once.

X’rhun can hardly begin to fathom what any of this means, for either of them, for both of them, he’ll have the time to think on it later. ]

I’ve no idea, but to say I am not glad to see you would be a lie. I’ve missed you.

[ More than he would care to admit at the moment. There can only be so much heartfelt reuniting done in the belly of a defunct crypt, and he would know what Ardyn has been through, how he feels, ere he goes pouring his heart out.

His hand still joined with his friend’s he begins to guide them away from the tomb, into the winding pathways of the catacombs, and gradually, towards the exit. ]

Keep your head about you. There are voidsent that lurk in this place.