Strong Are We

The woman turned toward him and her markings were so telling of her lineage that he could barely believe it. She didn't seem to recognize him in the same way, asking if she could help him. Before he could answer, however, she seemed to realize something and he could see her brain working in her expression. Her comment about meeting him before made him hum thoughtfully while he tried to pull from what little he could remember about his younger years. So much of it was clouded by time and various illnesses and fevers that it was hard to remember many of the finer details. There was no denying that she was Gargoyle's daughter if nothing else, but had they met before? He thought maybe they had once upon a time. "T'is possible, miss," he rumbled with a soft smile. What were the chances that he'd run into a family member out here? Reuniting with his brothers and now this... Perhaps his luck was turning around. "My name's Crucible... You're Gargoyle's daughter. Aren't you?" He settled on his haunches while he watched her curiously, still trying to rack his brain for any of his memories from way back when.