Evie
A laugh escapes her unexpectedly at his comment, nodding to herself and inspecting the small lingering traces of dirt still on her hands. "I suppose you're right, but you'd be surprised how many people shriek like they've seen a monster," Evie huffs her laugh between her lips, mist coiling against her mouth in the cold air. She'd certainly heard her mother's earsplitting wails of fury enough times to be conscientious of the presentation of her hands. Though he may understand that, with his own scars so prominent on his hands. It's a good thing she asked, because Peter's words cause a wave of understanding over her face. Her tongue freezes in her mouth, throat constricting, but she forces herself to remember the love on Amalia's face, the understanding and support. The bridge she was tentatively building with Sam. Works to force the words from her mouth, though she's sure they come out raspy and hesitant. "Are you Abandoned too?" One little word, a single syllable, and yet it's a revelation she can scarcely stomach. Tying herself to him, to a race that so many hate. Even if he's not, at least Evie can sympathize with standing desperately before a shrine, an altar, and receiving nothing but silence.
Except a lady in the water sounds far more interesting, and the woman turns and stares eagerly at Peter, soaking up this new information. "She lived in the water?" How? Magic was powerful, but the energy expenditure wouldn't be feasible to breathe underwater that long. "What was she like?" Were there physiological differences? Her curiosity is fully activated, which makes it difficult to think about skipping rocks again, but she slowly holds out her chosen rock to Peter at his confession.
"I can teach you? It's very relaxing." He seemed like he needed that, and maybe she could give him something that would help him in the future.
be the love you never received
the love you've always wanted
