Cerulean Cape Birth of a pearl

Cephaloryn.

So he was born again. Granted the easier title of Ceph should he so wish to carry it. He would. A brief smile was offered to Thresher, a silent thank you of course. He welcomed the name she had presented and perhaps it would be easier to recover now knowing who he was — or who he could be.

He shied away from the compliments that were exchanged. Not feeling rather worthy of any praise in his current state. Weak, tired, and distant most of the time. But his lips sealed to not protest any kind things said. It would do no good.

Wish to see more sunsets here? He asked softly, a bit of a poor attempt to add onto the conversation between the two woman.