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Taking a sip of her hot coffee, she hid her smile at his snort. If he was feeling comfortable enough to nearly laugh, Elizabeth would count this conversation as a victory. In fact, his hard exterior seemed to weaken at the topic of his son, giving her a glimpse of the proud father through his easy smiles. She fully believed that Deimos had an abundance of love for the child. Elizabeth smiled softly in return, holding her warm mug closely. "And I'm sure he'll keep you busy for a long time to come." Kids were a lifetime commitment that required so much love and attention to nurture their habits and personalities. Even after they left home, that never really stopped. Tilting her head curiously, she asked, "Will you raise him to be the next Warden?" Not that she expected Deimos or Evie to step down anytime soon, but she wondered if the boy would be groomed for the position or encouraged to spread his wings elsewhere.
Looking at her homey abode, Elizabeth snuggled under her shawl, thinking about the fire burning within and making the chill bite harder. "Not long. I only just arrived after getting my parents settled in Torchline." They had decided to retire their nomadic practices in favor of the warm beaches of Houlani. She understood their desire after having spent the last five decades traveling across Caido, but she didn't want to settle down quite yet. Maybe she would one day, after she'd met enough people and learned what she could about the world. She didn't expect that day to come unless she found herself physically unable. Luckily, her parents had been more than supportive, practically shoving her onto the skyship.
Elizabeth
