“Did...did you get adopted?” he asked her, stunned. “I thought the orphanage would tell me if that happened.” He hugged her, hard, then stepped back to look her over carefully. She looked healthy, and clean, and the dress she was wearing was nicer than his own clothes. Of course, that wasn’t a high threshold to cross. Then he really thought about her getting adopted. Her new family probably wouldn’t be too happy about her spending too much time with him. His shoulders drooped a bit. Whoever they were could probably give her a much better future than he could, and she might have the chance to pursue a really prestigious craft.
He looked around for some adult who would be coming soon to drag Yanna away. Hopefully, they would be understanding about this, he didn’t want her getting in any trouble with her new parents. And he REALLY didn’t want to get accused of anything horrible for hugging his own little sister. But, if she was adopted, she was safe from slavery now.
Then he thought about what she was saying. “Who is Aoivas?” he asked, confused, before looking at the pearl and realizing. He was interrupting Yanna’s conversation, though he was pretty sure from her reaction that she wasn’t upset about that. He was more worried about being rude to Aoivas than anything else.
He turned to the pearl that she had been talking to. “I’m sorry, I hadn’t seen my sister in turns, and I didn’t know she would be here,” he said, with a slight bow.