A firm but gentle hand stops you in your tracks and holds your hand very carefully. Familiar red eyes scan your face as a large gloved hand caresses your wrist.

"Who... is the person talking to you..."? Dion asks in a cool and neutral voice while holding your wrist as his long hair blows gently in the night breeze.

His presence after a long time of separation is both a relief and a scary thing after all this time. And slowly his hand starts to hold yours