How strange, she thinks, to not feel sadness when she sees Samus' tears. Instead, she sees happiness reflected in them. She presses her cheek against Samus' own so that they might fall on her cheeks instead - or so that they can share in them, at least. Sila shares in her laughter too, and she can't help but think the two sounds together are just as beautiful as any songbird's. This, she knew, was what her mother had always meant when she spoke of pure, unconditional love. It was the type that could survive anything, and the type that expressed itself freely and without any fear of being wrong. When the two of them meet in their embrace and Sila kisses Samus' forehead, she knows
exactly what Niviaq had meant.
"And I've been waiting to hear it," she laughs, unable to take her eyes off of Samus' own, "because I love you more than should be possible, and I'm luckier than anybody ever ought to be." She reaches out then and nips Samus' ear, swatting at her playfully with a paw as she tries her best to look stern. It is futile, after all, against a face and voice as dreamy and captivating as Samus'. It's been long enough waiting, so who is she to deny herself? She simply basks in the pleasure of staring at Samus' face, as if taking in a beautiful new landscape. Her eyes follow each and every curve of her face, completely and utterly in awe, before they settle on the mahagony of Samus' eyes. Sila feels herself break into a smile again, breathing a sigh of relief.
"I want to know all about these distant lands, though. My mother was from one - some great, nothern place of ice and snow and mountains, of fierce winters and summer-snows," she says with a voice like air, dreamy in both memory of Niviaq's stories and anticipation of what it was that had lured Samus away into the unknown. "I want you to hold me right here, right now, and tell me about these places, about everything. Then, I'm going to hold you even harder, and I'll tell you about all the things I missed!" She was invigorated, her heart more than full all of a sudden. She feels it fluttering away in her chest, yet she knows it is not the anxiety that so often plagues her. It is happiness, excitement, fullness, a long-awaited return. To put it at ease, she throws herself at Samus, feeling her warmth against her chest once again. She sighs again, her eyes closing as she rests there then.