Kyle found himself staring into a pair of absently unfocused eyes that reminded him of his mother when she was in the muse, though the color was wrong. He grinned at her. "Aye, I'm the son o' Morpheus," he confirmed. "An' I'm very pleased to be meetin' you. So, you're my sister? Half, sister, anyway, which is close enough for me." 

He spread his arms, offering a hug. 

[i]She can't see you, you ass.[/i]

[i]What do you mean?[/i] Just because Syleste didn't react right away, it was an awkward moment and he turned the movement into a stretch, making his back pop. The I'kok wasn't a concealable weapon, it rode in a leather cylindrical tube, the sort of thing that an artist might carry a canvas in. He wondered how she'd react to it, if she'd received a similar mark of favor.