Really, he knew he probably should have sought her out sooner. Years ago, probably. But he'd been busy and part of him had been a little nervous over the prospect of it all; after all, Eden had not spoken often of her or their mother, even when Eloah had come to stay in Glorall for a while. In truth, it had only really been because of Eloah that Elohim had even developed an interest in his other siblings - and that interest was slow to grow and harder to cultivate. That nervousness was a little pervasive. But what could he do? The past was the past, and it was a waste of everybody's time to try and pretend otherwise. Apoogizing for lateness, for any of that kind of thing, didn't repair anything except one's own guilt.

It didn't surprise him at all to find her a little suspicious; who wouldn't be? They shared a father and thus, they shared blood and that blood ran strong with suspicion. Well, that's what some might say. As for Elohim? It just made sense to be suspicious - just because they shared that didnt' mean they knew one another any better than strangers.

Kamala was direct. Ah, he already liked that. He couldn't help but smirk, amused, with a little hm of laughter. "Several words in and I feel we have much in common already," he followed her suit, found himself a comfortable spot to sit while he stretched out his paws and legs in front of him for a moment. Of course, as it often was with Elohim, his words did usher in their own quiet meaning - Kamala hadn't exactly looked for any of them either. "Isn't it freeing in a sense? Being able to move about without any other eyes on you." He pondered aloud, his head tilted before he gave a soft grin and straightened up. Maybe he'd have to approach this whole thing differently and without his usual unashamed scrutiny.

"I would have found you sooner after your arrival but I continue to find myself less here and more out there." It was as close as he could get to it - it really was selfish, wasn't it? And yet it didn't do anything to absolve any lingering guilt or whatever he felt. He shrugged, to himself, having tested it and found no difference. Well, there was a lesson: don't bother apologizing. He wondered if she was like that too. There would be something funny to having more in common with a half-sister than a true sister (though, he doubted any sibling could replace his affections for Ehiyeh even if they were similar.)