separate ways

His words broke that last bit of composure, tears slipping free down her cheeks without being wiped away. Having a Soul-Guard was one thing, and he was integral to her survival. But Faelyn was her father. Or at least the only one she could remember. Everything before sheltering in his embrace was hidden behind a grey veil in her mind. One of these days she wanted to peak behind that veil and learn the truths she hid from herself. She'd known his answer before he even said it.  Ar lath ma I love you. She said in a whisper, loosening gradually as she wrung her hands in her lap. 

But you don't deserve that, you never have. Just tell me how to fix this and let me take care of you. Aethra moved so that she could drop down across his lap, the rest of her body hanging off the swing. I've got to go back. She could never linger anywhere for long outside of Antiva City. Too many questions, too few answers. But she also wanted nothing more than to sit here and imagine simpler times.