I hear you've been sad

Sirius, seeing the tired face of his daughter, wondered if she was turning into something of an insomniac like her old man. The Warlord hadn’t even realised how much of the day had passed by, until he saw the light of the firepit, dancing sharp contrast to the world beyond. Asla’s tawny coat reflected the light well, and her purple eyes seemed to burn in the light of it.

“Asla” He said gently, nodding his head towards his daughter. “I wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing” he explained. To see how she was taking in Motherhood, and why… why her children sometimes woke up to her crying. The idea of Asla upset churned sour in his gut. He would do much to see her happy.

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