Zavien
It is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk
that keep the darkness at bay.
Zavien blinked. His daughter? He'd thought Liam's family was dead, but if he recognized her... The usual excuses rose: maybe he'd been mistaken, maybe she just looked similar, maybe his grief had made him want it to be her. But the possibilities became less likely the more Liam spoke, obviously having taken steps to affirm his suspicions.
If Wren was alive, it seemed more than likely that he wasn't wrong about Jesse, and if she didn't remember anything... Zavien shook his head. "Wow. I can't imagine what that must feel like." The green of his eyes turned nearly emerald with the weight of his concern, wishing he could somehow help. "What are you going to do? Will you reach out?"
If Wren was alive, it seemed more than likely that he wasn't wrong about Jesse, and if she didn't remember anything... Zavien shook his head. "Wow. I can't imagine what that must feel like." The green of his eyes turned nearly emerald with the weight of his concern, wishing he could somehow help. "What are you going to do? Will you reach out?"
