Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

Do you have any other family still living? 

"No. They're gone too." The words were hollow, ringing with a sense of loss Niita still felt-even after nearly two years-deep in her chest. She couldn't look at him, didn't want to see any pity or anything of the sort on Phocion's face, instead she looked upwards once more. 

"I will have to watch it sometime." Niita assured, though she probably wouldn't watch it tonight, today? Perhaps another night, one where she woke closer to dawn. Her sleep schedule was erratic, there was no telling when she would awaken and when she might sleep peacefully.