Slight contradiction with what I usually imagine, but that's the muse for you.
At first, Lulu feared her longing might conjure up his rugged body, a landscape her fingers remembered so well. No, the Farplane seemed to observe rules of decorum. Her breath caught at the blaze of red and softened at the sight of his scruffy grey hair.
Unlike other visitors, she was not fooled. No one was looking back at her. The fire of a burning soul had moved on.
Lulu wiped her damp cheek with a knuckle and smiled. "I'm glad one of us is free."