At the sound of your voice calling his name, the sorcerer’s head instinctively swivels to seek you out, “Ah!”

“You’re back,” Even from where you stand across the street, the warmth in those hazel eyes is both apparent and familiar.

The way his expression brightens — it’s like grey clouds have parted, to reveal sunlight previously hidden away.

“I've been waiting for you,” his smile is almost shy, as his gaze meets yours.