Elves and assassins are not often encouraged to be loud. [ Something he is trying to squash in himself, his habitual shushing of his son's laughter, of his son's tears. Here there is no reason to fear and part of giving him a better life is a delicate balance between teaching him to hide at an early age- and teaching him to be careful.

It is exhausting. ]

So it is less 'scream back' and more 'cry along with'. Mia has found me as such more than once these past few weeks. [ Admitting it should not feel like such a weakness, like baring his throat for the blade. It is Morrigan. She means to help. She is- she has become family, after a fashion. ] Seeing you would be good for him, I think. He misses his mother and you bear a very, and I do mean distant, resemblance to Serena.