She would recognize that voice anywhere. Even issuing from a very bedraggled-looking and droopy bird with several feathers sticking the wrong way out of its head in a very unappealing sort of way. Even a thousand miles away from where she'd last seen him. Even when she'd thought he was dead, lost with Nathaniel in the wreckage -
"You - " Under normal circumstances - if this were Jakob, or some other friend she'd not seen in a long time - she'd hurl her arms around him. But he's dreadfully small; hugging is out of the question - and so instead all she can do is hover over him and make vague motions at him. Finally, she settles on pushing those ruffled feathers back into place, adjusting his look so that he appears a bit less raggedy, hoping that'll do.
"I didn't think I'd - oh!" Quite flustered, she cries, "You couldn't have gotten word to me? Somehow? That you were all right?"
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"Bartimaeus - "
She would recognize that voice anywhere. Even issuing from a very bedraggled-looking and droopy bird with several feathers sticking the wrong way out of its head in a very unappealing sort of way. Even a thousand miles away from where she'd last seen him. Even when she'd thought he was dead, lost with Nathaniel in the wreckage -
"You - " Under normal circumstances - if this were Jakob, or some other friend she'd not seen in a long time - she'd hurl her arms around him. But he's dreadfully small; hugging is out of the question - and so instead all she can do is hover over him and make vague motions at him. Finally, she settles on pushing those ruffled feathers back into place, adjusting his look so that he appears a bit less raggedy, hoping that'll do.
"I didn't think I'd - oh!" Quite flustered, she cries, "You couldn't have gotten word to me? Somehow? That you were all right?"