[He wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting -- frustration, maybe. A huffy scolding about how he never visits? Certainly not the hug. Luckily, he is still solid muscle even in old age, and only stumbles a bit when Lysta throws herself at him.
He steadies himself with his staff and a smile curls just a bit around his tusks. He gains some balance and wraps one large arm around her while still holding his weapon, which seems to be enough to send the onlookers on their way.]
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He steadies himself with his staff and a smile curls just a bit around his tusks. He gains some balance and wraps one large arm around her while still holding his weapon, which seems to be enough to send the onlookers on their way.]
I suppose I am not interrupting, then.