Calistin stretched and rose, seemingly unfazed by the actions of those around him. "General Magnus, I'll take that handshake now." He offered his palm.
Valr Magnus took it and, not only shook, but pulled Calistin into an embrace.
For the first time in many years, Calistin did not stiffen or pull away from the contact. He seemed almost to relish it.
Surprised by a tiny pang of jealousy, Ra-khir still smiled. Something enormous, something he could not define, had gotten into Calistin. And maybe, just maybe, changed him for the better.