The words hang between them and all can be heard is the soft wind as it whispers across the desert sands. His dark eyes blink in surprise and his heart thunders wildly against his ribs, at first his mouth falls agape. And he just stands there with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. It as if the very words have left him. Finally, his mouth shuts with a snap as he tries to find the words.

"Orhan?" the name falls from his lips in disbelief. As the seconds tick by and the initial shock begins to wear itself off, he can feel his words return. And the realization dawns on him that he has a sister, he has family. His heart thrums loudly in his ears as he dares to step closer, his neck arches and nostrils quiver.

"I am Bahadır, son of Orhan, " he says breathlessly. His dark eyes shift to hers. He can feel his heart thrum wildly, and its sound is deafening in his ears. "Are you real?" he asks as he tilts his chiseled crown. He lifts his crown a bit higher, as he eyes her. He can not ignore the nagging feeling that she speaks the truth, and he desperately wants to trust her. In this moment, he could use family and allies. Especially with the war that spreads across the Isles and Shaydowfax breathing down his neck. He prays silently in this moment that she speaks the truth.

In the year that he has been in the Dunes, he has not met any of his family and had just started to give up hope. But now here she is...