Halo had come, with news of his father and gifts from the north. She'd come with more solemn conversations, too. Dread had been followed around for so long by the notion that he'd somehow let Halo down, true or not. It just... felt that way. Didn't matter if it was true. They'd talked. It had been nice. Somehow it left Dread feeling... better. Time with Halo often did.
Leave it to her to bring lessons, as well. Calling them all in for something, looking pleased with her lumps of colorful clay. Dread is quickly shuffled off to fill her pitcher with water, and help finish setting up. Some things never change. He's glad she came to visit.
Bard
