"Aaaaaand we're heeeeere!"
"Augh!"
Their voices arrived before they did, proper. Then, out of nowhere, two figures appeared, holding hands. The one on the left, a young man who looked to be in his twenties, had a white-knuckled grip on his companion. He rather looked as if he was going to throw up, faint, or both. Hopefully not both. That would be wretched on his constitution, and on his clothes. His blond hair was in woeful disarray, and he hunched over slightly as soon as he realized that they had come to a halt.
The girl on the right seemed to have fared much better than he did. She had a great big grin on her face, already looking eagerly out at the place before them. Her eyes shined brightly, and she broke the hand-hold to put both her hands on her hips, nodding to herself. "Well, well, I think they're giving us a proper welcome! Sure beats turning up in some bit of backwood, eh, Ezzy?"