Blackfeather Woods worlds apart

She was late to respond to Charon's answer, cursing at herself inwardly. Lazarus had slipped her mind lately. Occasionally she wanted to bring him up to either Damien and Cicero, but Seff had consumed her nights and days, Althaia and now Crescent draining whatever time she had left to speak to her brothers. She had wanted to apologize for that on her part, knowing that the trail was growing cold, if not dead already at this point. She hoped they found him on their own, at least.

He is, brother, She slid up to her brother's side, looking between him and Charon warily. Had he started anything? Hello Charon, how are you?