Elizabeth
The admission of her mother's struggles makes Elizabeth ache for the girl and her mother, sure it comes with a slew of strains, her head dipping in acknowledgement of Theea being willing to share with her. "That sounds difficult. Did she share her burden with you?" Through talking or sharing of physical tasks, parents sometimes made the mistake of being too open with their children, ruining some of the protective dynamic that should remain between them. It sometimes robbed people of their chance to grow as children, stealing youth and peace of mind, breeding caution and anxiety.
Ripping a piece of bread, Elizabeth snacks as she listens with interest to Theea explain the connection between her mom and the Teliesins, her head nodding to show active engagement. It's still fascinating to hear of people coming from other worlds, of having led different lives and carried different burdens. Perhaps she should look further into the effects it has on their adjustment in Caido, whether it impacts relationships with people or gods.
As for getting to Torchline, she gets the feeling Theea wouldn't be the kind of person to take too many handouts, but she offers, nonetheless, "You could travel with me." Her smile is sincere and reassuring, reaching the warmth of her eyes. And just in case that feels like too much, she adds, "Or you could always offer to work the ship. Lots of captains are willing to accept an extra pair of hands in exchange for safe passage."
Ripping a piece of bread, Elizabeth snacks as she listens with interest to Theea explain the connection between her mom and the Teliesins, her head nodding to show active engagement. It's still fascinating to hear of people coming from other worlds, of having led different lives and carried different burdens. Perhaps she should look further into the effects it has on their adjustment in Caido, whether it impacts relationships with people or gods.
As for getting to Torchline, she gets the feeling Theea wouldn't be the kind of person to take too many handouts, but she offers, nonetheless, "You could travel with me." Her smile is sincere and reassuring, reaching the warmth of her eyes. And just in case that feels like too much, she adds, "Or you could always offer to work the ship. Lots of captains are willing to accept an extra pair of hands in exchange for safe passage."
There is beauty in the journey, regardless of the outcome.
Let's grieve and hope and fight together.
Let's grieve and hope and fight together.
