Harper
I'm as calm as a baby lamb
always being led
Harper's heartbreak is clear on his face. He had been one of the last people to see her. Giving her shelter and guidance should have been his duty, long before her council members. And how had he spent it? Inebriated and useless at her side. He has loathed himself for many things since leaving the crown behind, but for the first time he hates himself for having chosen to be selfish at all. What was the worth of it if it meant he lost his daughter? always being led
His jaw is tense and twitching as he shakes his head mutely, trying to find words without choking on his own grief. "I have a key to her home, but there were no signs of anyone being there in quite some time." The accumulation of dust and rotting food had made the length of her absence clear to him, and he'd never been so grateful to have been trained as a detective in his life before Caido. "I checked her normal favorite spots, but none of them could have sustained her longterm." And though that means little to an Attuned, it's worth considering, especially given how Sohalia is justifiably accustomed to the normal comforts of modern society.
His hands fist in his lap, knuckles white and slightly trembling. Only the distraction of Lena's confession - and the sudden terror it inspires - has Harper looking up from them. "What? Lena that's so incredibly brave, but you can't stay here after that!" He knows this is her home, her birthland, but the urgency is swift and all-consuming.
I'm as blue as blood
before the blood runs red
before the blood runs red
