When the Princess- the servant girl, explained what she last remembered, Enya and Moses exchanged glances. Perfetti was aware of her situation when that event occurred. While he hadn't converted and risen ranks by then, word got around soon enough. Something about a Storm Guard reporting a successful rescue for a missing citizen. It must've been her. He never learned the name of who had brought her home, but it had to have had a significant impact on her. If she remembered it, then it happened. Pure and simple.
When she had voiced her own confidences in the situation, the soldier found himself relaxing a bit. At least she had enough trust in her fellow people to find her, ensure her safety. And if a Storm Guard was amongst their ranks their chances at success were surely higher. Yet it was not the day she had met her fate, and Moses would not have heard it had he not saved that young soldier from suicide. What was his name again? It had completely slipped his mind.
Yes, there was indeed a wave of sadness that had rippled through the settlement at the death of this young woman, this Amaya. She was of much favor, and while she did not find favor with many, the ones who did lavish their love and care upon her were the only ones that mattered. In her passing, the Prince was a broken man, shattered because he would never come to love this young girl in the way he wished to, as a husband. Moses' eyes began to mist up at thinking about that, how he too had shared that devastation. He grew terribly silent, and it wasn't until Enya placed a hand on his shoulder that he turned his attention to her. Worry readily appeared on her face at her husband's distraught state.
"What's wrong?" she inquired. He felt a single tear fall from his eye and travel down his face, and he quickly wiped it away and warded off her concerns.
"Oh, uhm, nothing," he answered. He then turned back to the albino girl, and seeing her catch her shivering arms made him aware of his surroundings. It was a little on the colder side, the cutting wind not helping much. Considering what the girl was wearing, it was no surprise she was holding herself tighter. Without a second thought, he unfastened his outermost leather jacket and swung it around her back, fitting it onto her and settling it onto the girl's tiny shoulders.
"Sorry. I know it's a little big," a small grin left his face, and Enya could only smile at her husband. It was amazing to her how naturally this came to him. He continued his thoughts after a short pause.
"If that's all you remember, that's quite alright. Your memory would be better than ours."
Moses-Joel
Men of Honor are hard to Find
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