Sister Gwen was over sixty years old, with gray temples, a face full of wrinkles, and a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose.
"Who are you?" Sister Gwen asked kindly, though she didn't recognize the three young men in front of her.
"Arf!" Arix flew out of Deanna's arms. She transformed into human form mid-air, and pounced directly into Sister Gwen's embrace.
"Sister Gwen, did you miss me?" Arix rubbed her snowy white face against Sister Gwen's arm affectionately.
Sister Gwen was stunned for a moment. Then, she touched Arix's hair in disbelief and said, "Arix, is it really you?"
"It's me," Arix said, looking up with a bright smile.
"Good, good." Sister Gwen held Arix's little face excitedly, touching her repeatedly as if she couldn't get enough.
Arix smiled warmly and let Sister Gwen stroke her, seemingly never getting tired of it.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!