She didn’t see Indigo often. He was always so busy, and now so was she. Hopefully he was enjoying the things that occupied his time more than she was, though. Spending so much time with her mother again was taking a toll on her already frail confidence and as much as she wanted to stop going out there to see the woman, she felt chained to her obligations as a daughter. An argument could be made that Cosette had never truly been her daughter considering she didn’t share a last name with the rest of her family, and that any ties that may have once been between them were severed when she was left to drown or starve to death. It was a mystery to her what kept her going back. Maybe it was compassion, or maybe she was just naive.
His voice felt like home when he called her name though, and while she felt tired and confused and unsure about every aspect of her life, she could feel that he still cared for her when he asked how she was doing. She leaned into his touch as she always did, taking comfort in the familiarity. She didn’t let her mind wander to the others that likely waited for him in the castle. For the moment, she would pretend it was just the two of them. "I’m okay." She smiled softly at him, and while the smile was genuine, it was clear that she was tired. Not in the sense of wanting to sleep, but mentally and emotionally, she didn’t have much left in her. "How have you been?"
