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She stood in the archway, staring out at the square below. Her little tome was open on the table beside her, she had written a few things. At least it was her left arm, not her right that was lost. She could still write, though the page shifted under her hand causing her words to smudge and twist.
She turned back to the room. He had let her stay, and she had reluctantly accepted having nowhere else to go. The warning he had given her did nothing to alleviate her shock at finding a child - his child - asleep in the room. She walked to the sleeping babe, laying her hand on her back to feel her warmth.
Life does step in to remind you, she thought to herself. The little girl sighed in her sleep and Rain straightened, going back to the door. There were more words from him, from his people. They tore at her heart, made tears sting her eyes. Just as she reached for the quill the girl stirred and cried out, drawing all Rain's attention.
After soothing the child back to sleep with gentle shushing noises and a lullaby she could only share mentally, Rain turned back to her task. She knew what she had to do, and she went to her book. Never before had she completed this procedure herself, but it was simple enough. A few lines and her heart felt much lighter.
She took a deep breath and stared down at the fountain. Something nagged her, picked at the back of her mind. It grew enormously the moment she gave it her attention. Yes, it would help with the healing. Not the healing of her body, but that of her mind. She took up the quill once more and wrote two names, the two that had been removed previously.
Once done, she added a few quick notes of response and closed the book. The child was waking up, peacefully this time. Rain had her priorities, though they may have changed recently. The living. Healing. Friendship, the kind that was reciprocated. Her...brother.
She turned back to the room. He had let her stay, and she had reluctantly accepted having nowhere else to go. The warning he had given her did nothing to alleviate her shock at finding a child - his child - asleep in the room. She walked to the sleeping babe, laying her hand on her back to feel her warmth.
Life does step in to remind you, she thought to herself. The little girl sighed in her sleep and Rain straightened, going back to the door. There were more words from him, from his people. They tore at her heart, made tears sting her eyes. Just as she reached for the quill the girl stirred and cried out, drawing all Rain's attention.
After soothing the child back to sleep with gentle shushing noises and a lullaby she could only share mentally, Rain turned back to her task. She knew what she had to do, and she went to her book. Never before had she completed this procedure herself, but it was simple enough. A few lines and her heart felt much lighter.
She took a deep breath and stared down at the fountain. Something nagged her, picked at the back of her mind. It grew enormously the moment she gave it her attention. Yes, it would help with the healing. Not the healing of her body, but that of her mind. She took up the quill once more and wrote two names, the two that had been removed previously.
Once done, she added a few quick notes of response and closed the book. The child was waking up, peacefully this time. Rain had her priorities, though they may have changed recently. The living. Healing. Friendship, the kind that was reciprocated. Her...brother.