There was a pause in her steps as Penelo detected a voice in the crowd. It sounded like Larsa, or really Larsa as she'd talked to him recently. Such an adult voice. It still surprised her to see and hear how grown up he was, and she missed her young friend. But their friendship went beyond age. She already felt better about everything, just from taking the time to forget and dance.

Her head craned in the direction of the voice, as she popped up onto her tiptoes to try to see over the crowd. Thankfully, with little left to see, it began to disperse. There was a young man standing there, who looked like... yes it was him! She was struck by how different he looked, so surprising to see him so much taller than herself.

But despite her surprise, her feet raced her up to him. In a mere moment, her arms were flung around Larsa, for a tight, relieved hug.