Babel's Tower II

The sight of a god, a being of unparalleled strength, bowing down before a mere mortal filled Altair with such elation that he had to force down his smile—a feat that required most of his spirit to suppress such a reaction. 

Syris, well-versed in the nuances of Altair's behavior, recognized the familiar glow in his eyes. She'd seen it each time he'd playfully undress her after a long night or when he sought to tease her; that mischievous glint was a telltale sign. She smiled, taking the initiative to say, "Welcome, Karis, it couldn't have been easy finding the time. Please rise."

With a hint of reluctance, Karis obeyed the command to rise. 

"Altair, how long do they all have to acquire visas?" Syris asked him, silently elbowing him to pull him from his trance. 

Seamlessly, he said, " Thirty days. That's more than enough time. Aurora will aid you, right, Hilida?"