I didn't say it to be cute

Meg settled back, deep into the seat of the chair with her tea. As Kellam spoke she studied him, ears hearing the varying tones underlying his words, the grief he carried eating at him even now.

More alike than I think you care to admit, from my limited observations. A brow arched knowingly, while her smile remained warm and open. She would never carry a child of her own and raise it, if she had, it may have made Nairn’s “passing” all the more bearable, but for Ruth and Kellam the opposite had happened.

Perhaps that was due to a lack of support when she passed. it wasn’t accusatory, only offered as hindsight. She was dear to him, her passing greatly affected him and I’m sure he spent a long time blaming himself, pausing, Meg refrained from rebuking him harshly, reminding herself that Amara had also been his wife, his mate. He was but a child, exploring and doing what every other child does, finding themselves some trouble. A child, unaware of the finality of death would of course act out, rebel against whatever constriction went about suffocating their pain.

Yes. They are admirable qualities, however, more often than not these days they are causing more… clashes as you would say. Fights. He was getting himself more and more into them and not always from his tavern hopping. No, they were bleeding into his professional life the heavier into his habit Ruth descended. They took an uptake on frequency after your arrival. Now, he won’t tell me why, he wouldn’t even if I drugged him, so I am asking you. Why is there so much hostility?

@Kellam Yoesif