Bastien
I will not say: do not weep;
for not all tears are an evil.
Obediently Bastien stepped closer, his lips parting with a slightly shaky breath as the Voice rejuvenated him: his strength had been waning, emotional and physical, yet he hadn't realised by quite how much until this moment. He watched with an knowable expression as the Voice looked over Azrael, waiting for her to speak again: he was in no rush. There was nothing to go back for, really.
"...I came to ask about two things, Goddess, but one is far more important." Bastien closed his eyes, tried to prepare himself to ask without crying, but before the words had even sounded there were tears in his eyes, threatening to fall. "..I...I need to know if Rexanna made it to your care. Her soul, I mean. Is she with you? Please, tell me. I need to know she's safe." He did not care to cry over his child, but Bastien couldn't help it, leaning forward and furrowing his brows tight as he tried to stop.
"...I came to ask about two things, Goddess, but one is far more important." Bastien closed his eyes, tried to prepare himself to ask without crying, but before the words had even sounded there were tears in his eyes, threatening to fall. "..I...I need to know if Rexanna made it to your care. Her soul, I mean. Is she with you? Please, tell me. I need to know she's safe." He did not care to cry over his child, but Bastien couldn't help it, leaning forward and furrowing his brows tight as he tried to stop.
