Something had changed since she had returned. That was obvious. The gentleness, the softness, the kindness in her heart: that seemed to have vanished, save for the utmost core of her, the last remnants of compassionate love which seemed to be reserved for her family. The rest of her apparently had been replaced with...something harsher, colder, angrier. This was perhaps not unexpected - she had, after all, been killed. It just startled Lastbastion, particularly considering that it had been so sudden. "My love." the black smoke rasped this throatily and moved towards her, attempting to twine her tail around the Turkish Angora's body. For all the changes that had occurred, still the scent of her, her warmth: it comforted her down to her marrow.
"I missed you." understatement of the century - but she felt certain Vanna knew this. "Oh, how I missed you." Lastbastion lifted her muzzle and tried to nuzzle her wife's cheek. "What a miracle you've come back to me."