Rial goes white, because up until that moment she could be nothing more then someone who looked like her, but that's Isplourr's voice and the way Isplourr moves and that. Is. Isplourr's face, all smiling up at him like a sun.

He doesn't know what to say so he doesn't say anything, for too long, hands clenched into fists, leaning on the wall, breathing in the heavy, sweet Eiattu air and looking at the woman he thought was dead these two days past.