You wear her face

Briar was careful to not let her disbelief show on her face as her father insisted that he didn't intend to leave her to pick up the pieces and bit her tongue to keep from saying anything to the contrary. She had witnessed how he had behaved and reacted when they had only suspected that her mother had been killed the first time, had seen how that grief had made him crumple and how so much had fallen on Aslatiel's shoulders, so she wasn't all that surprised when she found herself stepping in to care for her youngest siblings more often than not. She didn't resent him for it and she didn't hold any ill will toward him because of it. She was just as glad that she had be ability and the resources at her disposal to help and she confirmed as much as she nodded to his mention of it as well. She knew that she likely wouldn't have been much better if something were to suddenly happen to Artorias and she likely would have to lean on her family and his as much as she could to weather the storm. Still, she couldn't make herself fully believe that she wasn't here to at least hand the pieces back to him to put together.

She hadn't really expected much of an answer to her question, but as his concerned daughter she felt like she had to ask. When he in turn questioned her about how her siblings were processing everything that happened, she sighed softly and gave a small shrug. "Not many of them have really talked to me about it," she admitted. "I guess I've mostly just tried to help keep their lives running as normal as much as I can so I'm not sure if they really understand or grasp what's happened. They know she's gone, but the why is a harder question to answer." She sighed again and gave a small shake of her head, glancing away to look off the edge of the parapet. "Andromeda is the only one that I've really talked to about it in any real detail and I know she's struggling with it. I can't imagine any of them are doing much better."

"Briar Carpathius"