May your past be the sound
He let the quiet stretch on as long as it needed to, let her gather her thoughts, let her decide on where this conversation might go. He was under no illusion that he could fix anything for her, that he could hear whatever she needed to say and provide a solution for her, but he knew he needed to be here for her regardless, as she had for him so many times already since his arrival in this world of chaos and magic. Already she was accepting of his presence, his questions, not pulling away or hiding from them, instead demonstrating by the very first thing she had to say that though she might not be 'ready' to talk about such things, she would try her best anyway.And that was all he could ever ask of her.
He nodded and hummed a low note to acknowledge her words, to show that he heard them, that he considered them seriously, and with all the care they deserved. Kia hadn't revealed much about her mother to him, only that the version that had existed on this world was different in some way to the one who had birthed her, but then, who was he to apply logic and science to a situation that clearly wasn't logical or scientific?
"Understandable," his words tried to validate her feelings, to confirm that he heard them, that he felt them too, a sorrow for the relationship she would never mend between her and the fallen queen. With another squeeze of his hand to remind her that he was there for her, he spoke again: "What would you have said to her?" He was no substitute for the fallen mother, for the one she longed to mend relationships with, but perhaps he could help her to get the words out, to give her a chance to express herself in a way that was otherwise lost to her.
of your feet upon the ground
CHULANE
