A/N Welcome to my first fic for this fandom! I love The Dragon Prince, and can't wait until s4 comes out! So, in the interim, please enjoy this mini one shot of Rayllum reuniting after two years...

Rayla hadn't meant to return. At least not so soon, nor so empty handed. But she had missed them.

Missed Ezran and his jelly tart addiction and his grumpy glow toad friend, Bait. But most of all she had missed Callum. Missed his fluffy hair, missed its softness as she trailed her fingers through it. She had missed his soft smiles, and his crooked grins, and the way he would look at her as the sun went down, the light reflecting in his green eyes, making them glimmer in the uncertain light.

She had missed snuggling next to him in front of the fireplace, laughter taking control of his body, sketchbook slipping off his lap as he collapsed in on himself, chortling, tears running down his cheeks.

Rayla had missed his excitement when he finally achieved a new spell, the way his entire face would light up, bouncing on his toes, grin splitting his face from ear to ear.

So, it was with her heart in her throat she had returned, slipping past the guards who were on duty, scaling the castle walls with ease.

Two years by herself had done wonders to her physical strength, testing and pushing her to her limits.

Rayla hadn't been prepared to see him. She had moved into one of the castle's many corridors by this point, the once familiar halls now constricting, bringing back memories of her first time within the walls.

Stepping out from behind one of the many armour pieces which lined the walls, she had run straight into him.

The first thought to run through her head was, 'Runaan would be disappointed.' The second, and more distracting thought was, 'Wow.'

Rayla stared at Callum.

Callum stared back.

"Ugh, hi?" Rayla waved, trying to force down the blush that was encroaching on cheek territor- oh when had Callum gotten tall?

Rayla found herself staring up at her friend (boyfriend? What did one call a relationship in which neither side had seen each other for two years?) for the first time in two years, eyes trailing his features, ticking an invisible list of similarities and differences.

His eyes had remained the same, but older, more wisdom and pain hidden just underneath the surface. He had gotten taller, and now stood a good hand or so above her. His shoulders had widened out slightly, body filling out more from his scrawny, awkward teens to an almost man. His hair was different too, no longer soft and flopping all over the place, but cut slightly shorter so it sat up more, spikier, and yet somehow retaining its soft-looking quality.

"Rayla?"

His voice was soft, barely a whisper, his eyes glistening with tears as he reached a hand out to touch her, the movement ending abruptly, eyes trailing her face and beyond.

A blush washed over his cheeks, "Y-your hair.." Callum coughed, adorable blush flitting across his cheeks. "You cut it?"

Rayla nodded, not daring herself to speak. At first she had tried growing it out, not bothering to keep it in check, but that had turned into an unruly mess of tangles and knots, and one day, frustration coursing through her veins she had taken her knives to it. Her hair had still been an unruly mess, but it had fixed the knot problem, and was easier to move and fight in.

Unconsciously, Rayla twirled a finger through her hair, a nervous habit which she had come into in her two years away, and one which she hadn't managed to shake yet.

Callum took a small step forward, watching her carefully, hand hesitantly stretched towards her.

"May I?"

Rayla nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

His hand softly moved through her shortened hair, a soft smile touching gracing his lips, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

Rayla's entire mind short-circuited, her body moving of its own accord, arms wrapping around Callum's body, burying her head into his shoulder.

He was as warm as she remembered, and the added height difference was definitely a benefit. Callum had wrapped his arms around her, and, for the first time in two years, Rayla felt at peace.

"I missed you so much," he whispered, head resting on her own, and she could hear him sniffling slightly, and suddenly her own tears, ones which she hadn't let herself cry for all of the two years apart came up, breaking down the solid wall she had built up around herself.

Rayla had no idea if anything was ever going to be the same between her and Callum again. Didn't know if things could ever go back to the way they were. There would, later on, be long talks about everything and nothing. There would be apologies and forgiveness. There would be reunions, both happy and sad.

But, for the moment she was safe and at peace, and in Callum's arms.

And for the first time since she had found out she had been ghosted, Rayla felt at home, there in Callum's arms.

And she was never going to leave them again.