Forever mine

Oblivious to the rumination in his head she felt comforted by his presence and patting on her head. She never had experience with friendships before, maybe some fleeting moments with servants in her old desert home. But she never had a chance to form real friendships. Was she expounding on the idea of what she thought friendships were? Possibly, she would admit that.

Her son though… she worried for him. As Bas voiced his own fears she pulled back and looked up at that strong stoic face.

“I’m afraid… he’s going to hurt someone he loves before he learns it.” She said seriously, and she was more worried he wouldn’t care. Was that a valid worry? With some of his questions… and the way he pushed things… she wondered.