in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
“I’m sure she’s enjoying that.” Rex says softly, honestly, knowing her daughter well enough to know that the busier she could keep her hands the better off she was mentally. It helped to keep her mind from drifting too far down rabbit holes she didn’t need to be going down. (She knows it, because she’d done the same back when she was alive). But for what it’s worth, she is incredibly proud of her daughter. That she’d managed to carve herself a nice and comfortable life out here after everything she’d gone through.Nodding to the wrinkled nose Deimos offers her with the mention of being mobile, Rex smirks. “That’s about the time, yeah.” She huffs a soft laugh, knowing that Deimos would already be prepared with how much he was likely preparing for the terror Erebos would likely become as he explored.
Her gaze drifts from him toward the crowd, scanning all of those that have changed and grown. Relationships that had broken or been on edge before now either completely gone or invigorated. At his question, though, she tilts her head back toward him with a raise of her brow. “Not a lot. I can see some flashes of what goes on occasionally, though. Usually during things like the Festival of the Lost.” Her gaze grows expectant, ready for Deimos to be her gossip dealer for the night — completely against his nature, unless it was with her of course.
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