Aradia's whole face lit up when she saw him, and she was on her feet, nervously smoothing her skirt down and then twisting her fingers together as he landed and waved to her.

Her own cheeks were flushing dark crimson as she looked at him. It was so odd - if he'd visited yesterday, she'd have been pleased to see him, but none of this odd fluttering and nervousness.

"Hey," she said, and took a couple of steps forward towards him. She made an abortive reach for his hand, then threw caution to the wind and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.