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It was a story that started out fairly familiar—little boy lost was a narrative she'd heard before. It quickly, though, spiraled into something more tragic, and Lily's brows drew together as she listened, face placid but sorrowful throughout. When Ephraim had finished, she let silence settle between them before a couple of moments, and then nodded, as if finally having processed all of it.

She hadn't, but she'd give a good show of it, at least.

I can't imagine how you must feel, she murmured, blinking solemnly at him. To be caught between families like that. Especially when violence is involved. . .little wonder you've been having nightmares about it. She frowned, then, shifting her weight a bit. Surely your 'real' family can't truly hate you? You were young, Ephraim; you had no way of knowing that your new family was their enemy.

Lily took another deep breath, catching that same familiar scent. Was this on the coast, by any chance? she pried.