For a moment, Nesah wondered if it was really Uriel. She did not know whether to smile happily or look concerned, and her face probably altered between the expressions. "Uriel!" She had wanted to sound more cheerful upon greeting him, but the sight of him shocked her so that she found it hard to remember her strategy. He had lost weight, and though in a sense he looked better, healthier, she still found herself worrying that her little (not so little) brother wasn't eating well. What if that pregnant harlot ate all of his food? Her poor little brother. And what on earth was he wearing?

She stepped in and gave him a small push, before reaching up and planting a kiss on his cheek. "You putz. Is that how you greet your sister after so long?" She said in a tease-scolding tone. "I was around; of course I have to come see you." She took off her gloves while looking around the place. No sign of a knocked up housemaid yet. Perhaps Zech had been lying. She looked back at Uriel. "This looks nice..."