Sohalia
"I'm sorry," she said again, this time in a whisper, knowing that it did nothing to soothe the pain of his past. As she stood from her flower and turned to face him fully, she wondered if it would be inappropriate of her to offer a hug. That had helped her, back when Jude helped her to grieve for her beloved guardian and mentor. In the end, though, she decided that she didn't know him well enough for that, and simply sent a rush of compassion down the bond, a wish that she could offer better comfort while knowing that she couldn't.
It suddenly seemed fitting, that they were in a place known as Mourn, and for so beautiful a landscape, for a moment it felt almost suffocating, a facade to hide something more sinister. "For what it's worth," she said as she turned back to the flowers, staring out unseeing over the myriad colors and shapes, "I'm glad you were revived." She was sure it was a silly thing to say - nothing could heal the loss of a loved one, no matter how well-intentioned - but she said it all the same.
It suddenly seemed fitting, that they were in a place known as Mourn, and for so beautiful a landscape, for a moment it felt almost suffocating, a facade to hide something more sinister. "For what it's worth," she said as she turned back to the flowers, staring out unseeing over the myriad colors and shapes, "I'm glad you were revived." She was sure it was a silly thing to say - nothing could heal the loss of a loved one, no matter how well-intentioned - but she said it all the same.
I've been waiting for your touch to bring me home
