Hythlodaeus blinks slightly at the sound of his name called out, and blinks in the direction where one familiar soul color has disappeared, fully aware that there are two of basically the same on the platform once again.

He turns, pants and hoodie providing none of the familiar swirl of robes, which he is utterly distracted from when he, this time, does recognize Azem's shard approaching him.

He steps a bit away from the bounds of the platform, where there are somewhat fewer people, and smiles brightly at her.

"Pahja!" It feels like less than a bell than he last beheld her from the Aethereal Sea, defiant against the eldest of primals, and only a little more than that that he spoke with her.

But now her height is proportional to his as Hades changed her, the memories of those few days still vibrating in his mind, and... it is good, so good to see her.

When she is near enough, he smiles, his voice softer though clear enough to reach her through the voices around them. "Well met, my friend."