I was aware of the fact I looked a wreck. My hair misshapen, bruises forming from my fall, blood leaking from where the spell had hit me. Above me was a tall, solid figure, only a silhouette in the glare of the light. Despite this though, I knew who it was, and my throat tightened. After so many weeks of longing, I couldn't thing of anything to say, except:
"Hello again."
"Hey there, Sugarcube,"
Sequel to https://www.fimfiction.net/story/473964/dont-cry-when-im-gone