Not all the water in the rough rude sea,
Edmund bit his lip, unconvinced. Patched up didn't mean ok. Especially not when his mum was clearly still in pain, not just sore. "If you say so, Mummy."The young teen relented, agreeing to disagree.
The hand in his hair does wonders to soothe his nerves, and Edmund finds his concerned look melting into a soft smile. His yes brighten as his mum delivers the good news. "I can? Oh thank Lady Safrin. Is everyone ok? Is Torchline ok?" The young teen wasn't so naive as to think there hadn't been casualties. But hopefully the devastation was minimal. They'd had Safrin to protect them after all! There was no way she'd allow her sworn region to be destroyed.
The hand in his hair does wonders to soothe his nerves, and Edmund finds his concerned look melting into a soft smile. His yes brighten as his mum delivers the good news. "I can? Oh thank Lady Safrin. Is everyone ok? Is Torchline ok?" The young teen wasn't so naive as to think there hadn't been casualties. But hopefully the devastation was minimal. They'd had Safrin to protect them after all! There was no way she'd allow her sworn region to be destroyed.
Edmund Ansel the Prince of Torchline
can wash the balm of an annoited king
