She clung a little tighter to her mother. “You’re not expendable either.” She grumbled. Not that Widow had a choice with getting sick, but she still felt it needed to be said. She needed her mother. They were a team against the world… even if there were more of them now than she had expected them to be.
“He’s a healer, and he’s kind. He gets my attacks and he helps me work through them.” she explained, indicating her neck, and the crystals that clung to her inner throat. “He’s…” She didn’t know how to describe him, or what he had become to her. “He’s funny, and I like spending time with him.” she finished a little lamely.
