"Hubby!" Yasmine was the first to return to her senses, moving forward and jumping straight into his arms.
"Yes, your hubby SOB is no more, I am sorry." The crying monk continued to cry, wiping his face with his sleeve.
Vritra opened his arms, embracing Yasmine tightly, even leaning into the familiar softness of her body.
He closed his eyes, inhaling her familiar scent that he had almost forgotten with the slow passage of so much time, it still felt like a dream.
He had been away from them all for so long, that at one point he even forgot what was even the point of the repeated torture.
"Father, what are you doing? Vritra is clearly alive and perfectly fine." Shitless felt second hand embarrassment, as he pulled him up by the arm.
"T- That's what I am saying, I am sorry that- Vritra is alive?!!"
Startled, his eyes widened as he looked around and finally saw Vritra, who was holding Yasmine tightly in his arms.
