[When Amaterasu returns, she'll find an awakened Allura. She's kneeling, in the middle of twisting her long hair back into a bun on her head with practiced ease. The gold of her tiara glimmers, sitting in the snow next to her as she gets ready for the day. Her hands are up, affixing a pin when her wolf friend bounds in, spring in her step, and Allura laughs at the obvious call to play.]

Please be patient [She nearly loses her progress, a large white-lavender curl escaping from her hands before she returns it to it's place. A few seconds later, she's finished, and there's a moment that looks like quiet reverence as she returns the tiara to its place on her brow, but it disappears in an instant, under a smile as she leans forward on her knees to give her wolf friend a good rub down.]

I am glad you're still here, my friend. [Or worried that she'd only been a figment of her imagination, when she woke up alone. As Amaterasu tugs the bag over, Allura nods,]

I don't believe we were properly introduced before. I am Princess Allura. [She waits a moment, then her smile turns apologetic,] I am afraid I don't understand your language, and I'm not sure if you know mine. [It wouldn't be the first time she's attempted to talk to an animal that didn't understand,] But that doesn't mean we can't be friends.