Pointing Blame

He nodded in understanding when she replied that she couldn't relate, but still listened intently as she offered her advice. It was sound, rational advice - even if it was hard to hear. He always felt like he needed to handle all of his issues and problems himself so even just the fact that he was sharing them with Aranea was a sign of how at the end of his rope he was becoming. The idea of employing someone else to train his son felt like a failure on his part even though it was far from it. Although, he reasoned with himself that it wasn't like he was going to Resin or Tamsyn and throwing his hands up saying "take my son and train him, I can't do it." He would be bringing in an extra set of paws that hopefully Ezra could relate with better than he was with his old man. He nodded again, replying, "That's not a bad idea. I'll have to ask Resin who she recommends pairing him up with." It was worth a shot at least and maybe if nothing else it would help Ezra make a friend.

When she moved on to assuring him that he wasn't the cause for Azariah's disappearance, his expression softened again even though a tinge of guilt was still very much visible in his silver gaze. He had certainly tried his best to be a good mate for Azariah and a good father for their children so he hoped that she was right, but that nagging, gnawing self doubt kept creeping in and telling him otherwise. He did at least feel the complement in her words and managed a smile, even if it was a slightly sad one. "I hope you're right. I wish I had just... When we moved here she said she needed to gather a few things she had left behind at the home we kept before we moved to The Hallows and she'd be right behind us. Everlyse has always been her shadow and insisted on staying with her... I should have stayed with them. Neither one of them are strong fighters and I left them alone. I was just so worried about getting everyone moved here safely and we made the move so quickly I didn't stop to think about it more."

His ears flicked back again and he sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I feel like I need to stop unloading all of this on you. I must be terrible company." Ulric smiled faintly as he brought his gaze back to Aranea, feeling a new guilt that most of their conversations both times their paths had crossed had been about him and his troubles. A thought crossed his mind and his head tipped slightly to the side as he looked at her curiously, eager to change the subject even for just a moment. "You have children in Abaven, right? I overheard Resin and Tamsyn mention that they might come to visit. It must be difficult having them so far away."

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