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He staggered back, dropping the flowers to make room in his arms for her onslaught. He held her as she went limp, his voice failing him.

"Aye..." he managed, his voice a whisper, the most he could manage with the knot of feeling in his chest, "Aye, Iroia, it's me.

And then he hugged her tight, drunk on the sight of her, the feel of her, the warm smell of her hair and skin. "I'm back..."

Iroia gasped. She wanted to bury her face in his neck and fall apart again, but she didn’t want to take her eyes off his face.

“Vosh, you’re alive, you’re here and you are mine...where did all the flowers come from? They are beautiful...is that a roati?” Her eyes were going to cross she was sure, so much sensory input that she never thought she would have again. It was him that fresh air and man smell that was Vosh was there, when in doubt believe your nose. Then she did bury her face in his neck. He was so warm, and beautiful in his quiet Voshy way. This was indeed her man. “Kaa,” she croaked and reached her arm out to her sister/best friend. She needed both of them there with her in that moment.

"I'm home." he said, managing to not sob wetly into her shoulder. He glanced, blankly, at Pinpin, and traded an emotion-filled (one of which was gratitude) with Kaalnia. "A-aye, that's a Raoti..." he said, turning his attention back, completely to her. He kissed her forehead, her face, anywhere his lips could reach. His eyes burned with tears.

He'd missed her. He'd needed her.

He didn't even mind when Kaalnia joined the hug. Somehow, it felt right, and he needed her support because, he felt, he would fall down under the weight of his emotions and relief. He was finally home, back in Jahuar, back in his wife's arms. Finally. Where he belonged.

He laughed, an open sound that, perhaps, masked the escape of joyous sobs. "Not... not all you, Kaalnia." he protested, giving her a weak little shove, "I was the one holding them, you know."

"I'm counting on it..." Votzhem replied, holding his own against the hug. The flowers in his hands fell to the ground as he gave in to her kiss - Kaalnia's presence be damned. "Mmm... Iroia..." he mumbled into her mouth. He could feel himself blushing, the tips of his ears burning with warmth. It had been so long since he'd been embraced by a woman, too long since he'd felt his wife's touch. "I... iroia, I..."

Iroia didn’t really notice when Kaa left, her world had since been consumed by Votzhem and she let him wash over her like a tidal wave from the ocean. This, this was life, this was home, this is where she was meant to be. Here in his arms for all eternity. He was home, he was safe, he was hers! She would never let him go.

She moaned into his mouth, the use of words for once escaping her. He was covered in flowers so romantic, so beautiful. She loved it. He smelled like sweet perfume and of himself, a heady mix that had her mind careening out into space. Her hands explored everywhere, memorizing angles and curves that she had never ever hoped to forget.

At first, Kaalnia amused herself by grinning broadly and resting on her laurels in the cool shade of the house. Her plan had gone perfectly. She'd done a good job. Wasn't she an awesome sister? Yes. She was the most awesome Sister.

However, a solitary Kaalnia is soon a bored Kaalnia. Pinpin entertained her for a little longer, letting her run her fingers through his fur and play with his snowshoe-like hooves, but after a while he retreated somewhere quiet to take a break.

She played with a piece of string, netting it around her hands over and over. She read over an old scroll she'd brought with her until her eyes blurred. She flopped on a chair and catnapped. Finally, having run out of things to amuse herself with, she located the Shifter's store of fermented beverages and began to drink a little.

And then she saw the larder, and had the best idea ever. "This is going to be the best welcoming feast ever!" she said to herself. She began to cook up a storm, not particularly caring that this wasn't her kitchen at all, or that her cooking skills were okay at best.

She tasted a bubbling meat soup thing with a spoon and grinned. "Aww yeah, that's good!" she said, grinning. When the two lovebirds (she snickered at the thought) got back, they'd have some good grub to eat, that was for sure!

Votzhem rose from their 'bed' sheepishly, clothing himself enough to be decent (though layers still remained shed - Jauhar was hot, and he was warm enough, thank you, without needing his coat.) He folded them in his arms and set them near the door. The extra clothing would stay there until further notice. He would have to meet the people she lived with, set up a life with her that had been too long delayed, get a room...

This was really happening. This was, really, happening.

"Hey there, Kaalnia." he said. He couldn't help but grin."This looks great. Lets hope you remembered when to boil, and when to grill!" he teased.

"You might need to feed me too!" he said, even as he fed himself. His hand twined idly around Iroia's, even as he smirked at his Sister, obviously teasing.

After handing her spoon coyly to her husband who somehow still had use of all his motor skills, Iroia spent the rest of the night leaned into her husband, not really noticing when the shifters came back beyond a mmmf and a nod.

Her kids however~