"Phoenix Valley." She tested the name, noting the familiarity that seemed to come with it. She'd heard about it before, that it was somewhere around these lands, but she had never really seen anyone from there, but it wasn't as if she had really gone looking either. "Maybe I'll go see her sometime?" The words came out more as a question than anything, left unsure by the words that had followed his explanation of her distant family. Was there a reason that she didn't feel like family to him? Somehow, Rachias doubted that, because she hadn't even felt like family to her father for quite a long time, as far as she was aware. Maybe she could change things though, maybe she could be the link between their family and her father, even if it only meant telling him how everyone was doing.
There were a few quiet moments after that, depressing almost, and Rachias gave a quiet sigh into the air. Did he sit here like this all day just staring at nothing? When it got to quiet did he talk to himself to pass the time? It didn't seem like much of a life to live, but did it make him happy? Suddenly, and rather hesitantly, she leaned forward even more, extending an arm out and then a finger, to poke at him. "Dance with me." There was an odd childish tone to her voice, an encouraging and pleading voice. Maybe she could make him smile.
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