Two Rivers Isle ELSA, PLEASE DON'T SLAM MY MEMES

Malice rewarded his empathy with whispers and gentleness, and Vass' worries floated away to be forgotten. If Mom said it was okay, then it was okay. 
Next she asked him about Pyro, prodding to see who he was. Well, he was Pyro, of course! He hadn't ever known the boy to be called "brother" or anything of the likes, at least not that he could remember. But Pyro, though often unsaid, was actually a word he'd picked up easily, and on his own. He parroted it back with great pride, knowing that without a doubt undoubtedly that this was the very correct answer Malice wanted. His brother was nothing else but Pyro. 
                   "Pyrooo!"