"Jinn!"
The voice cut through the air before either of them could react, and a figure rushed forward with such sudden speed that Rina didn't even catch the movement.
One moment the room was still, and the next, Akavi was already in front of them—an elegant blur of dark hair and gold eyes.
Only Jinn's trained senses picked up her approach; he had seen this speed before, many times, and it no longer startled him.
Akavi threw her arms around him without hesitation, wrapping herself tightly against his body in a grip that looked more emotional than necessary.
She clung to him as if afraid he might slip away the moment she loosened her hold, as if she had missed him far too long to risk letting him go again.
Jinn didn't flinch.
His expression remained stiff and unreadable, his posture unchanged even while she pressed herself closer. This sort of greeting was nothing new.
Even after his years of absence, he knew Akavi well enough to expect this exact behavior.
