He could feel some of the tension leaving her as she spoke, and there was joy peeking through the pain at times. Tal let his eyes drift closed as he soaked in the feeling of her laughter, however rough, and he felt more than saw the shake of her head against his chest, his cheek, his fingers. Her children were each unique, holding a special place in her heart, and Tal opened his own to them as well as he learned more about them. Gone, most, but not forgotten. And at peace now, in Mort's halls, whatever challenges they had faced in life.
He didn't fully understand her choice in wording; it's subtlety was almost lost on him, but something of her meaning got through and he nodded slowly, nibbling his lip - and promptly having to comb out a couple of stray strands of hair as he hid a smile in a nuzzle against the top of her head. "Mm. I wish I'd gotten t'know Enzo. Even if he an' Flora woulda just taken turns teasin' me." Or more likely double-teamed the teasing until he retreated, flustered and out of sorts with them both and not sure whether he was coming or going. "Did he seem happy, at least? When y'saw him with Mort?"
He didn't fully understand her choice in wording; it's subtlety was almost lost on him, but something of her meaning got through and he nodded slowly, nibbling his lip - and promptly having to comb out a couple of stray strands of hair as he hid a smile in a nuzzle against the top of her head. "Mm. I wish I'd gotten t'know Enzo. Even if he an' Flora woulda just taken turns teasin' me." Or more likely double-teamed the teasing until he retreated, flustered and out of sorts with them both and not sure whether he was coming or going. "Did he seem happy, at least? When y'saw him with Mort?"
