She was doing it again. The blank staring. The eyes of a woman looking for something below the surface of the water. Hestia's hand reach out to touch her daughter's forehead, still unable to believe she wasn't a figment of their imagination, "How are you feeling?"
The medic blinked and rubbed her eyes, smiling when she looked back at the aging brunette. Her answer sounded reassuring, but the older woman wasn't convinced. Something was different, she could feel it. Mother's intuition, "I'm fine, Momma," Yeva reached over where her father stood, as gruff and as tumble as ever, allowing him to wrap her up in a great hug, just like when she was a little girl. He stroked her curls and kissed her on the top of her head while the skinny healer across the counter stared at their daughter in disbelief.
Yeva of Rharne was back. They had shared the news themselves and over a hundred trials had passed since. She had missed her own birthday and now? Well... when was her birthday?
"Yeva?" the healer asked, causing the redhead to remove herself from her father's grasp, although it looked like the older man was less than willing to let go. Hestia reached out to touch his arm and felt the sigh that left his body. A breath that had been held since the news of her death. How was any of this possible? "If you want to come with me, we can get you settled into your room?"
A gown was passed across the counter and Yeva was led to a small room to change in. When she emerged, dressed in simple white cotton, they were led to her accommodations. Yeva, followed by her mother, Hestia. Behind them, her father, Theo, and her two older brothers who had been surprisingly affectionate since her return, Isaac and Petyr. Marching down the hall, while other Order members stopped in their rounds to stare or say hello. She was a miracle.
"Here we are," the medic said brightly, giving two sharp knocks against the door frame before walking in, "You'll be sharing a room with Ezner," she added, her blue cloak swishing as she pushed a curtain aside to make way for their little entourage, "Helloooo," she waved towards a battered man and then began to pull back the thin blanket on the empty bed by the locked window, ushering Yeva towards it, "We'll put your things in here," there was a modest, two drawer nightstand for her clothes and at once, Petyr began to push down on the mattress, judging it.
Isaac was unveiling the collection of books he had brought for his little sister and Theo... he seemed to be eyeing the man in the other bed with a stern, calculating expression.
"Well, this is it," Yeva said, drawing the attention of nearly the entire room, "I'll see you all in a few trials?"
"Oh, sweetheart, we'll be back tomorrow."
"Not me," Petyr cut in, defiantly, "I've got a hot date after work," he grinned wolfishly, before his older brother socked him in the arm, causing the twenty-something to growl, "It was just a joke!" he rubbed his arm, glaring at his sibling. Men, and they still bickered like boys, "I'll visit too."
"Of course, sweetness," Theo nodded, reaching out to give his daughter one more hug, each of them following suit like a deck of falling cards, "We'll be back as soon as we can."
Isaac, the firstborn, sat on the edge of the bed after Yeva climbed in, holding up a backpack, "I brought some of your things. Some books," he began to draw them out one by one, setting them on top of the nightstand, followed by a bag of pencils, "I know you like to read... And this," he lifted a notebook and set it on top, "In case you want to write, or draw."
She smiled and leaned forward to hug her brother again, "They're perfect. I'll be home soon."
The healer in the corner watched the heartfelt display of affection and hoped to reassure them all, "She's in good hands," she added as each of them began to say their goodbyes and head towards the door. It was a drawn out, begrudging process but each one finally was corralled back into the hallway. When it was just the three of them, she stood by the door herself, "I'll give you some time to get settled and then grab the doctor, alright?" she asked Ezner if he needed anything else before she left herself.
Yeva smiled again but once alone with Ezner, the expression faltered and she fell back onto her pillows to stare at the ceiling. Suddenly everything was quiet, muted beyond the door to the rest of the facility. After a beat of silence she turned her head, half hidden behind a mass of sunset curls, You're Ezner, right?" she rolled over to face him, analyzing his injuries. Looked like a fight, and in Rharne that wasn't anything uncommon, "My name's Yeva. I'm sorry if they disrupted you."