Aethra didn't often allow a capacity for guilt but lately it seemed to be the trend. Seeing her father and hearing him assuage her fears like no time had passed between them stirred guilt in her gut. Guilt for not seeking him out when she first had the opportunity, guilt for living a life that deviated from that which she'd once vowed to live to the fullest. She smiled, a defense not nearly as strong as it should be against the emotion swelling inside of her, but a smile all the same. He accepted her for her faults, so why couldn't she?
She was about to speak more on her introspection when she felt him tense against her, his lips on her forehead the conduit. Her brows knit together and by the time they pulled apart again, he was back to himself. She however, was not convinced.
She was about to speak more on her introspection when she felt him tense against her, his lips on her forehead the conduit. Her brows knit together and by the time they pulled apart again, he was back to himself. She however, was not convinced.
What's wrong?She asked softly.
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