Strength in numbers

A frown pulled at her lips as the boy turned his ruby gaze toward her and she saw the tears that had gathered there as he replied that he was okay—at least physically. She had never been the most adept when it came to emotions. She came from a way of life that killed those that weren't worthy of carrying their name and exiling their loved ones when they broke their code of laws. It was only really after she met Alastor and birthed her twins that she began to understand the vastness that emotions could take and the depth that they could form. Ricin was clearly the one that was more in tune with his emotions and with less of a hardened shell out of the pair, but she knew that wasn't necessarily a weakness. She gave a small, curious and concerned tip of her head when he mentioned the story of how they arrived here and expressed that there was more he wanted her to know. She gently lifted a paw to his cheek, brushing away some of the tears that spilled into the pale blue fur. "I'm all ears," she assured the boy quietly, an encouraging smile pulling slightly at her lips. Whatever it was it wouldn't change her view of the pair, but if it was something he wanted to get off of his chest then she certainly wasn't going to stop him from speaking his truth.

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