The last thing she remembered coherently was Vri touching her cheek and then everything went black. True nothingness, and with there being nothing, there was nothing to remember. And Auya was there, standing a bit behind the group of five mortals who had witnessed her judgement. Her mind felt... strange. She'd woken up without having gone to sleep.
Why was she here? She'd given everything to Vri, for Varlum, for everyone. She could see the backs of those who'd witnessed her. There were two men she didn't recognize, one with long dark hair, the other just looking... strange, felt strange, at least from behind. There was Eliza's dark curls next to Hart's lighter ones. And finally, there he was. Varlum, her heart of hearts, standing before the door.
Auya looked down at herself. She was wearing the same dress she'd left her shop in. The one that had mysteriously disappeared, replaced by pajamas. She felt a weight in her pocket, and she reached in, touching the token. Her snowflake. The object that had been her heart for a while, that had allowed her to help her companions.
She looked around, seeing the door up front, hearing its words. "Hey there folks! Where would you like to go? I can send you anywhere." Was this... the Waiting Place again? She couldn't be sure, things were still... fuzzy. Her eyes drifted back to the muscular back of Varlum and her heart swelled. In that moment, she forgot everything that had happened with the mission, with the judgement. She had no idea if anything had gone well, if her efforts had bore any fruit.
And she didn't care.
Varlum was right there, and there was no damnable glass between them. Her throat tightened, her eyes filling with tears, her grin growing, as four little words muttered out of her lips.
"Hey there, Big Guy."