[this ushahin has been to asgard, so he's a little different. but i couldn't resist another dreamspinner.]

Ushahin has never quite lost the habit of holding his hands close to his body, even if one is whole and hale now. There is a raven on his shoulder, and it chitters a familiar sound as the Dreamspinner's head tilts to the side, hair shadowing the ruined side of his face as he studies...well...himself. There is a familiar dagger at his hip and an oddness to the feeling of his mind, as though limbs long-cramped were finally allowed to stretch and unfurl. He is still mad, of course (what is the Dreamspinner without his madness to keep him sane?) but he reaches out to this other Ushahin as gently as he would to one of his madlings. It should be a surprise to see himself-yet-not-himself, but it takes a great deal to surprise Ushahin.

"Hello, Brother."