Mudminnow River Why is the piggy bank empty! Am I that poor?

You're fine!!

The shadow admitted to his past longings, a seemingly still burning coal resting in the middle of his heart, burning his flesh in a way unimaginable. He looked exhausted from simply mentioning his solitude, tired of the pain perhaps. Iolana looked on, a gentle wave within the ocean of her eyes, not sympathy but care. She did not pity the man in a way to make him despise her, she only wanted him to know that it was the way of life, a cruel way that many understood.

Figuring the man did not want an I'm sorry as there was nothing anybody could do the wisp nodded. Sorrow had never come, and never would. Sorrow would only make things worse, halt the healing she hoped would soon arrive within the shadow.