La'khay kept her hands on Sabine's shoulders, still observing all the fine details of Sabine's appearance as she answered. "Oh, this is all La'khay's own artistry. This one has had so much more time with the clan being stable and secure again. She can see you have also been keeping yourself in good shape, though..." She began, taking on a somewhat critical expression as she narrowed her eyes and placed her hand gently on Sabine's cheek to turn her head slightly. "You look stressed too. La'khay can see it in your eyes. This one thinks you are probably working too hard. Before La'khay leaves, we should definitely get together and see if we can banish all that stress away from your beautiful face. Maybe give you a fresh new look too; something to surprise your mate."

Once she finally had the opportunity, Ciinriel enthusiastically gave Sabine a cheerful hug. Upon getting closer, Sabine might notice that Ciinriel had a much smaller, more conservative tattoo on her neck consisting of swirling lines, like smoke rising from a fire. She wore a bit more substantial clothing than La'khay in the form of a dress that had the appearance of being made of alternating layers of wrapped animal hides from different kinds of creatures, with a gap over her stomach and lower back. "It's really great to see you again, Sabine. And you too, Meesei. I'm glad we're finally allowed to come here. This place is...hard to describe in words." 

In contrast to the last time they spoke, Ciinriel did not show any of the reclusive personality she had once possessed.