There's dead silence for a few moments, before Tymothy begins to belly laugh, each heave of his chest pressing against her. Finally, wiping away a tear, he releases her. "I'll shave it off immediately, then." He can't help but smile at the sight of her. "I'd never imagined... Gods, Yannika... I can't believe you're back! Are you going to be here long? Wait, no, let's head to my room, to talk in private."
Excitedly, Tym leads her through the halls of the manse, stopping in front of one of the doors. Yannika notes, to her surprise, that Tymothy is staying in one of the guest rooms, not in the grand chamber that was his by right of being heir, back when she lived here. The door opens, and he hurries Yannika inside. "Finally, you're back, I've been so- honey, who is this?" A female voice states, and Yannika sees a dark haired woman clad in red lingerie, sitting on the bed, giving Yannika a bemused look.
Tymothy smiles at the two women. "Ah, sorry, in all the excitement, I forgot to mention. My love, this is my sister, Yannika. Yannika, this is my wife, Velve." Velve stands, nodding to Yannika. "Ah, I've heard a lot about you. My husband's father hates you, so we have something in common. Apologies for my clothing, I wasn't expecting a guest."