More than anything that open armed offer of a hug convinced Ikora it was truly Cayde-6. So many times she had walked into a Vanguard Council to that very safe gesture and very same expression. She had known him for hundreds of years. She would know an imposter.

"It's good to see you, Cayde." She didn't hug him but she did reach out and pat his arm, her touch lingering longer than usual. It was as affectionate as Ikora was known to get.

She folded her arms behind her back again. "I assume you've already scouted far and wide trying to find a way home?"

Because a Hunter never stayed in one place long and with no Vanguard to tether him... well, Cayde must wander.