I'm Not a Cynic

Clouse just seemed to cower further into the ground, as if he was waiting for it to swallow him up. A frown curled the edges of her lips downward and she wished more than ever that her mother was there to straighten things out. Nin was good with words, ever the diplomat. It was why they were such a good mother-daughter duo. There was no doubt her mother knew how to throw her weight around, but she trusted Ellery enough to let her do that for her on many occasions. A knight was never more loyal to anyone than their own kin.

”Hey, bud, we all make mistakes. Making mistakes is a good thing, its when you make the same mistake twice that it becomes a problem. No one is mad, no one is blaming you. We were just worried is all,” she said, giving her ear an awkward flick as she searched for what would hopefully be the right words. Ugh, too much gushy feely stuff. “Wanna tell me why you wanted to leave?” she asked, trying to gently broach the subject without setting the younger one off into a fit of anxiety and reduced self-worth.