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Yes, I'm his daughter. She answered quickly, feeling a mixture of joy and apprehension at the memory of him. It was nice to have found someone who knew her family—although as the woman explained, she had forgotten their faces by now, and that meant they weren't particularly close. Ibis wondered what had caused that, but didn't think too hard on it. At this point she wasn't close with any of her direct relatives; she thought of Okeanos, and her heart hurt.

Mmn, yeah, I can sympathize with that, she murmured next, trying to focus on other things so that she didn't become overwhelmed by her emotions. It was a constant struggle for Ibis not to empathize immensely with others. I haven't seen my parents in a while, or my siblings. But I have a husband and some kids now, so... They take up all of my time. A sad little smile accompanied these heartfelt words, while deep down Ibis felt as if she were lying. She hadn't seen Akavir in some time either. Some wife she turned out to be.