How do I grow up

Before all the strife and turmoil that had struck their world, Aurielle might have laughed gently at Viv’s surprise, and worked to ensure the girl wasn’t embarrassed by her inattentiveness to her full surroundings. As it stood, she leaned and touched the girl with an easy, familial nudge to the shoulder, offering solidarity.

She doubted that Viv’s words actually rang true. Geoffrey was still missing—had been absent for some time, come to think of it. Her lips pursed at Viviane’s question, and she sighed, shaking her head.

“These fates cannot be stopped. She’s not getting any better. If anything, she’s worsening even more. I don’t know how she’d holding on so long.” Was her mother waiting for something, subconsciously?

Her eyes shifted to Viviane, knowing the girl at least understood the turmoil. The loss. The horror of seeing one’s mother weakening, and the despair that nothing was going to help.

“What do you want to do in life, Viviane? I know you’re inclined for healing, and I regret that your training has been lacking. I’m deeply sorry for that. I had decided to train both you and Geoffrey myself, but when I called, neither of you came.”

Her eyes turned to the dark sky, tracing the glow and studying the grim horizon before turning to the girl again. “I’m still more than willing to train you and your brother… if he’s…” She trailed off, not wanting to break that tentative hope.

“I may be a fighter, but I grew up with Paladin in the same den, and before…. Well mother was a healer, herself. It was impossible not to learn from them. I can at the very least carry you two to the higher basics. What do you think?”

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