Thrawn stopped right in front of Thrass, the two looking each other up and down. Lorana stepped back for now, not wanting to interrupt. Both Chiss switched to Cheunh as they spoke, grasping each other by the forearm.

"Thrass... my brother." He gripped his brother's upper arm, as if checking to see if he was really there. "You're here. You're alive."

Thrass looked over Thrawn's face, noting the few grey hairs and lines around his eyes. "How long has it been?"

"Far too long, Thrass," Thrawn replied softly. He glanced at Altair, "You brought him back to me. How?"