Northstar Vale you're a weapon and weapons don't weep.

Valiria had always prided herself in her strength. Physical strength, emotional strength, and mental strength. She was calm and poised always, even in battle. She showed no emotion to her enemies and even rarely to her friends. She was not one to crumble, nor to weep.

And yet, all Liri wanted to do was both. Tamar’s kindness, her gentility threatened to break the dam in Liri’s heart in a way no hammer ever could. She missed her father. She missed her mother. She missed her home. She missed feeling like she had a safe place in this world to belong to.

Tamar, in that moment, felt like all of those things. But she was not Liri’s. Liri’s home, her family, was lost.

The girl still could not bring herself to speak, only nod with shining eyes that were downcast. All she wanted was to go somewhere and sleep. Perhaps in her dreams, she would get to feel home again.