[/html]Her mind twisted along paths unopened since her childhood, unwilling to let him go until he released her to pull at the string of something that hung on his back. Her crimson eyes filtered over his features like sunlight through a window, hands reaching up to gently touch where the scars marred his face. Two deep indentations, leaving the only trace that he had suffered before. All else was perfect, clean and golden as he always had been. It brought a smile to her lips, washing away the tears that had wanted to come.
He reassured her that there was no reason to apologize, they couldn't control the situation. Guilt didn't fade with his words, but it did get squashed to the bottom of her chest by the deeper voice he spoke with, another indication of his growth. Silently, she marked how proud she was, but she said nothing to alert him to it.
It was Ezekiel who called for their father, eyes darkening for the briefest moment. She wondered if she had made a mistake in not doing it herself; she simply did not want to ruin the moment they had until he was ready. The reply was given after a long moment of silence, a call bearing all the possibilities of a wolf. She scoffed at her sibling's words -- "He's not that old yet." -- before hesitating in her decision. Did she wanted to be present for the reunion of her father and brother? Her pause was longer than it should have been, finally agreeing with a nod. "Yes. Please."
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