Joshua.

[He allows himself the indulgence. The indulgence of that personal name, as well as giving his weight back to the embrace. The full warmth of it, the relief of it. Dion does not draw back from any of the touches, and indeed he too hangs on to Joshua's form, as if to make fully sure he is, indeed, real.

He cannot quite recall anything to a certain point, but he is most sure that Joshua did as he said. That he saved his brother.]

As do you. [As healthy as he ever has. They are alive, and in another world; two impossibilities at once.

Dion's brows raise at the news; truthfully, once he saw Joshua, most thoughts of his withdrew.] So many? [There may be some truth to the matter, all these little strings that tie them together, stronger than adamantine. Four Dominants in one place, even in Valisthea, was a dangerous, rare occurrence.] I fear it does not feel like mere coincidence... but to what end, I cannot say.

[Still. He cannot entirely complain when he has made... allies with them.] And your brother, he is well?