Salty wetness burst from my eyes. "Amias!" I yelled, taking the old man in a tight embrace. "You're awake!"
My heart hammered against my lungs with unhampered relief and unbridled joy. Never have I been more elated in my existence than compared to the moment.
"S-Sh'muel," Amias stammered. "Y-you're choking me."
"Oh, right," I said apologetically as I released him from my arms. Wiping the tears away, I stared at him. Even as he smiled back at me, I still could not believe that he was back.
"It's nice to have you back, old man," blurted Magat as he stood beside the kneading table where Amias was sat. Beside him was the huntress.
"Is that really you, Amias?" she asked, fighting the tears welling in her shining eyes. Her breath hitched as though she was having a hard time breathing. He
