I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams
Getting some parts of who she was and where she came from was better than getting nothing. Even if she did not know how, she needed to be thankful for what she was getting. Still, though, she did wish to speak to the Voice about it. "Do you think the Voice knows about our lives? From where she found us?" She still wanted to ask the goddess her two major questions: what was her life before, and why was she chosen?
When Nate offered to help her, should she need it, Letha looked delighted. A smile curled the corner of her lips and she lifted one brow. "Are there any ascended who aren't willing to help another?" There was a coy, teasing tone to her voice, but the question was genuine. Amun and Sam and Wessex had all referred to the Ascended as family. Letha did not understand at first, but she was starting to. She had not met another of the fanged to deny help if needed, and even offered it willingly before any question was asked. It was remarkable.
Her fingers tapped on his arm idly as they walked and talked, her need to always move them and make use of them still playing out even now. "Do you remember where you came from, before Caido?" She asked, though as the words slipped from her mouth, she knew he did. He had responded to her memory loss like the others. Letha was an anomaly.
