it's burning through the bloodline

Of all the things that could have come tumbling from her dark lips, Mordecai did not expect a name drop. There was the rough idea of where her heritage laid, but he had never delved into it with her. Then again, he could not recall clearly if he had ever crossed paths with Dhani either, though the name rang a distant bell. Another sibling long scattered to the four winds, had it been his mother who had wondered after him at times? Inwardly, he shook away the thought, instead adding to her words.

"Is that so? I didn't know what became of him."

And it was left at that, not entirely bothering him. The family he knew of came in the form of words and stories, though he had brushed shoulders with a fair amount of it. But he had left years and years ago, and they were more or less lost to the sands of time as far as he was concerned. No amount of travel would take him back to his origins, or so he felt. And it was like she pointedly said — sometimes all they could do was move on.

"Well, what's done is done. We still hold out hope for her, but if she's out there I'd imagine she'll find her own way back to here in time. With a ton of new stories, to boot. It's what she enjoys the most, anyway." He offered Andalusia a smile, though it waned smoothly until its dissipation. "What about you though, how are you managing?" She seemed well, all things considered. Still roaming about the wilderness with nothing more clinging to her scent than the earth and the summer breeze.