Brandon stood in the center of the room with one arm firmly around Rheanne's neck, holding her against his side while she continued to laugh quietly into his shoulder.
The women of present just looked at Brandon's face in utter confusion.
The Brandon standing in front of them no longer looked like the young man who left for the tower a week ago.
His hair was longer, falling past his neck in slightly untamed strands.
His face had a quiet maturity that was not there before... now he has the look of someone who lived for years rather than days.
The difference was not dramatic enough to make him unrecognizable, but it was impossible to ignore.
Florence's eyes moved slowly from Brandon's altered appearance to Amelia as she desperately tried to reject the conclusions her mind was creating.
'Is this... woman my daughter... huh?'
