Sylvano knew that tone-- knew exactly what he was in for-- and if he were a better man perhaps it would have given him pause, but Sylvano was not a better man. He answered his sister's outrage with a crooked grin, opened his arms by way of greeting, kept walking. He had been accused in the past of approaching a delayed return as though he were some sort of hero. It was not unfounded.

"Sybella!" he answered, just as loud but gleeful. "mia regina, look at you! So beautiful in your element," Sylvano gestured around at the hospital, and the many eyes now watching them. He did not miss the blush-- nor the alarm in the eyes of some of Sybella's precious interns. Oh yes, he knew what was coming. He'd known since they set off from that snowy hell to return home, but Sylvano never backed down from a challenge. "Tell me, how many lives have you saved today?"

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