[It had been some time since he had heard that degree of recognition. The plea for apologies made him smirk a little, something that softened to a smile after a moment. Someone remembered him. Someone remembered what Emet-Selch meant, the weight of it. Someone remembered their home.

It had been a long time outside of Lahabrea and Elidbus. It…had been a long time.]

Yes, yes, you’re forgiven this time. [The disdained tone of his voice worked hard to cover the gratitude over hearing everything; some things were better left as personal secrets. He waved his hand.]

Eight moons? [A blip. A blink of an eye. It was nothing in the scheme of their lifetimes.] And you have been the only one here during that time? Are there more of us?