Moonspear everything i've got to give

The boy offered the names of a small slew of strangers. Lucy did her best to hold tight to their callings, but she only managed to save a few that had stood out against the roaring of her own mind. He was open about his family and he seemed more than willing to answer the questions that she asked of him. It was relieving to find companionship with someone of the sort.
 
“I’d imagine I will run into a few of them. It sounds like you’ve got a big family,” she commented with a small smile. There was a bitterness to the expression on her face. Though she tried to fend off the negative feelings, the ghoul could not help but to envy him for the closeness that he seemed to share with his relatives. It was a stretch – she knew – to say that Jarilo was close to those he had named. When compared to the fact that Lucy could not have named more than one member of her immediate family, it was a startling contrast. “You’ve been here all your life, then?” she ventured, wondering if he had wandered in one night and found a home, or if he had been raised on the grounds of the mountainside with all of the others he had listed.