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'Grim' she said, and Damien frowned in utter confusion. Did she not recognize him? Well, he couldn't really blame her since he'd barely spent any time with the girls when he was in Blackfeather Woods, instead focusing on his arrangements with Nyx, and they had been so young when he left that it was unlikely he'd made an important enough impression. But it was Averna, he was sure of that. He could see it in her eyes, white just like his own, and the similarity to Relmyna was undeniable. Through her lived Cicero's legacy, as chaotic as himself, and the night king wanted his niece to be home, with him, where he believed that she belonged.

It occurred to him that, perhaps, 'Grim' was her name for him, and he took it. He had never really given them his name anyway, but he had made sure to tell them he cared for them. He could only hope those things had stuck somehow in their young, playful minds. Yes, this is our home. he answered, and it wasn't without a well-thought purpose. It can be your home too, Averna he said, but he noticed how the pale child's eyes had drifted from focus. He looked back, wondering if she had identified the presence he was feeling behind him, but there was nothing. Feeling uneasy, Damien tried to approach her in order, eager to bring her under his protection.