Otter Creek I should wear the armor, and you the gown

"Not really." She shrugged, rolling onto her back to get a better view without straining her neck too much. "He's my step-dad. Meldresi is my real mom." Her single eye roved across the sky, trying to find the constellations her mother spoke so much about, the ones that she had never concerned herself with until now.

The two of them were quiet, both silently watching the stars. They no longer bother speaking as they admired the night sky. There was nothing more to say.