It took longer than expected for the two immortals to gain consciousness. Daphne was first to wake, as usual. Karter and Daphne had best figured that it was because Daphne had less immortal magic and powers to restore, so therefore her rest didn't need to last as long. Meanwhile, it took more time for Karter's body to repair itself.
Karter would end up waking within the hour - the difference wasn't that extreme - so in the meantime, Daphne went through their gear, and figured out what day it was. Instead of their predicted almost-two-days, they had been asleep for roughly two and a half days. It was a relief that the bar owner had promised to feed their horses.
Once Karter woke up - something that was signaled by the halting of their snores and wild burst movement (Karter could never wake up peacefully. When they slept normally - as in, not Mist-Induced - they would wake up at the slightest sound, always ready to fight.) - Daphne hauled their friend (it was too strange to think of Karter as her own child, when she had hardly been their mother) to the dining area.
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For once, Torian was in the main bar area around lunchtime. Normally, he would spend this time 'homeschooling' Eva, but one of their neighbors - a kind woman with a child of her own - was supervising the children on their play playdate today.
The playdate mostly consisted of the two children running around like the little gremlins they were, and the unlucky parent (they took turns) following them around.
So there Torian was, drinking some water, minding his own business, when he heard a name he'd honestly never expected to hear was loudly called out in the middle of where he lived.
"Sexy Legs?"
The speed at which Torian whipped around should have been concerning, but that was the last thing on his mind. And there they were:
"You bitch! There could have children, my friends are here, fucking hell you are the worst-"
Despite Torian's harsh words and accusatory tone, he was out of his seat in a heartbeat, still cursing at the person.
The fake anger suddenly stopped once Torian was being crushed in the familiar hug of his best, and longest, friend.
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Karter can't say they were expecting to sense such a familiar presence in a random bar. Yet, as soon as they stepped into the room, Karter could instantly tell that they were here.
Annoyingly enough, Karter couldn't instantly tell who it was. Too many powerful auras were all jumbled together in one area, and Karter was only intimately familiar with one of them (other than Daphne's).
There was only one thing to do.
(Actually, there were probably many, many, other things to do, but Karter was absolutely certain that they were here, so there was no chance of it backfiring (expect if someone asked, but that was future-Karter's problem).)
"Sexy Legs?"
It was a horrible, horrible nickname. Karter hated it (while simultaneously never being able to say it with a straight face), Sexy-Legs themself hated it (because it was embarrassing), anyone in the general vicinity of the words hated it (because it was strange), but the nickname was created when the two first met, and it simply stuck.
Moments later, Karter found themself racing forward to get an armful of Agatha-Leonardo-someone.
Karter will deny it until the day they die (which would (probably) be never), but they could feel their eyes grow suspiciously wet, and their breath hitched on their next words, "Damnit Leo, I missed you. I'm so glad you're okay."
"Me too, Mira."
And gods above did that name bring back some memories.
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