Rowan snorts lightly at the response. He missed her; he loves her. It's hard to look at her right now and hear her in that tone of voice and not love her dearly. It's such a simple thing, so mundane, but it means so much to him.

"You'll get used to it," he promises. Maybe he's only so sanguine because she's here, her presence filling him with glee. But it's true that, in the end, she will find a way to adapt. She's Citra. Of course she will.