"Omar!" Astira shrieked as she saw them. She bolted down the castle stairs and into his arms. Omar staggered, only barely keeping them upright, wincing inwardly at the further abuse to his shoulder. She clung so tightly that his ability to breathe was somewhat compromised, but she was crying so hard she was shaking, and he could feel her tears against his own cheek. "You're here, I can't believe you're finally here."
"Let's go inside, hmm?" Symaia murmured, and gently pulled her away, wiping her tears with his thumbs. "Come, beloved, I think he's had his fill of being the object of so much attention. Our dear Omar never much cared for having all eyes on him."