Dawnlark Plains Whied we leef home?

He nodded. "Yes, we're going somewhere much safer," Reek answered with a gentle, reassuring voice despite not knowing himself if what he said was truth. As a father, his job was to comfort his child -- to make him feel safe above all else. He knew he hadn't felt safe ever since the time Laurel attacked him. Lord knows, the boy deserved some stability. Unfortunately, with leaving home behind Reek couldn't offer stability. In fact, he was leading them into quite the opposite, but he told himself that this would be better for the entire family in the long run.

It was clear to see that Tapat was frustrated with his persistent memory issues. In fact, there were times that Reek found it frustrating himself, though he never let that on in any way. He bit his lip in an uncomfortable display. "You're not broken Son," he answered. Problems aside, Reek loved his son unconditionally. In his eyes, Tapat was perfect. "You're just a bit different, that's all." He smiled and tried to be as reassuring as he could possibly be.