Hoshor Plains brings me 'round again

What starts as a happy reunion swiftly switches. Eyebrows furrow upon the former Count’s face. He leans his head back and to the right, confusion etched in his features. There is understanding, as family is beyond important; he knows what it is like to lose it, and regain it all the again. What he does not understand, however…

But… you left a piece of your family here, he says, a lisp in his voice, rough on pronunciation with odd pauses. And now you aren’t coming back? Is it so easy for her to leave another brother in favor of this other? Did his trauma, his fears of abandonment, mean nothing to her? For once, he finds himself angered.