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Ehno pulled the rest of firewood into the cave after Naniko, watching silently as she coaxed a fire to life with little effort. Inwardly the Marino marveled at the task, observing how she used the stones to call forth the fires. He had built a fire a number of times himself, but it always amazed him how the flames seemed to leap out of no where and lick hungrily at the wood and the air around it. The D’Angelo lady fed the hungry flames with more of the collected driftwood and Ehno’s gaze shifted out of the cave. The last light of the sunset was just drifting down past the horizon and the rain picked up its pace a little, pattering a calming melody on the dark sands outside.
As he sat across from the fire, her earlier words still rang in his ears. Yes, she wasn’t alone now. The Italian man did not want her to be alone, but he knew it was an inevitable thing. He could give her his company tonight, and any other time he managed to get away and visit her, but it would only last so long. Ehno would have to return to the pack lands where Naniko could not follow, not until she was completely independent from those drugs. Of course he hoped that she would be able to completely recover from her addiction and return to Crimson Dreams, to the lake and the mansion and her family. But would she grow accustomed to the city and refuse to come back to Crimson Dreams? It wouldn’t surprise him if she was hesitant to return after all that had happened. More than anything he wanted her to come back home and have things return to normal. But he couldn't even define normal for himself anymore. Ehno wanted to know if she planned on ever returning to the pack, but the question felt awkward on his tongue and he instead remained silent, staring at the newborn flames.
Her next question was an inevitable one, and as the silence rang for a few seconds afterwards, Ehno realized that he had been hoping she would ask it. The fact that she was asking showed that she cared. It meant the old Naniko was back. The woman sitting beside him wasn’t the drug-crazed Naniko that cared not for the young girl who had accidently gotten into the drugs, shoving the blame on any but herself. Ehno gave a simple nod in response at first as he continued to watch the flickering flames. “Yeah,” he began, finally turning to face her. “Cambria’s recovered, physically at least. She’s been a bit depressed since the… incident, though.” The quiet girl seemed to become very reclusive after her contact with the drug, staying in her family’s room in the manor most days. Ehno hated seeing his niece so unhappy, but it seemed as if there was little to be done to cheer her up. He hoped that the youngster would eventually pull out of her depressive state.
Ehno pulled the rest of firewood into the cave after Naniko, watching silently as she coaxed a fire to life with little effort. Inwardly the Marino marveled at the task, observing how she used the stones to call forth the fires. He had built a fire a number of times himself, but it always amazed him how the flames seemed to leap out of no where and lick hungrily at the wood and the air around it. The D’Angelo lady fed the hungry flames with more of the collected driftwood and Ehno’s gaze shifted out of the cave. The last light of the sunset was just drifting down past the horizon and the rain picked up its pace a little, pattering a calming melody on the dark sands outside.
As he sat across from the fire, her earlier words still rang in his ears. Yes, she wasn’t alone now. The Italian man did not want her to be alone, but he knew it was an inevitable thing. He could give her his company tonight, and any other time he managed to get away and visit her, but it would only last so long. Ehno would have to return to the pack lands where Naniko could not follow, not until she was completely independent from those drugs. Of course he hoped that she would be able to completely recover from her addiction and return to Crimson Dreams, to the lake and the mansion and her family. But would she grow accustomed to the city and refuse to come back to Crimson Dreams? It wouldn’t surprise him if she was hesitant to return after all that had happened. More than anything he wanted her to come back home and have things return to normal. But he couldn't even define normal for himself anymore. Ehno wanted to know if she planned on ever returning to the pack, but the question felt awkward on his tongue and he instead remained silent, staring at the newborn flames.
Her next question was an inevitable one, and as the silence rang for a few seconds afterwards, Ehno realized that he had been hoping she would ask it. The fact that she was asking showed that she cared. It meant the old Naniko was back. The woman sitting beside him wasn’t the drug-crazed Naniko that cared not for the young girl who had accidently gotten into the drugs, shoving the blame on any but herself. Ehno gave a simple nod in response at first as he continued to watch the flickering flames. “Yeah,” he began, finally turning to face her. “Cambria’s recovered, physically at least. She’s been a bit depressed since the… incident, though.” The quiet girl seemed to become very reclusive after her contact with the drug, staying in her family’s room in the manor most days. Ehno hated seeing his niece so unhappy, but it seemed as if there was little to be done to cheer her up. He hoped that the youngster would eventually pull out of her depressive state.