like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, "We are well enough. Azrael is growing more every day, and soon will be too old to listen to their father, I am sure." Already, they were old enough to go out themselves, discover and consider the world, develop who they were. It was odd, having a child that grew quite so quickly. On the one hand it was exciting, the process so swift that the pride never stopped coming...on the other he barely got used to his child before they were again different. "I told them to entertain themselves, for now. They are surrounded by enough mourning for a mother they never knew as it is." It was sad, but true: Azrael had never known Rexanna, not really, and constantly forcing them to grieve was fruitless. He glanced to Deimos' bag and gestured to the table where things could be laid out. "Please, show me. I'm interested to see." As for what he needed help with, Bastien looked to a corner he had cleared out in the room, one facing the window so that it might catch light on the rare occasions the curtains were open. "All of it, truthfully. I know that you are gifted with your magic, but I thought we might make this with only our hands; the work itself is a show of respect, don't you think?" I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.