Sun Mote Copse Undo

Just as she had been in life, Wraen seemed a scholar on nearly every matter, and he fell naturally back into the habit of asking her question after question like a school child. He was relieved to hear that she had been content, though something sat with him still, heavy on his chest. He couldn't tell if it was guilt or grief, or some combination of the two.

He wondered what it was like in Wraen's pocket of the universe. Paradise, according to her; he wondered what he might think of it, and if he could find something similar for himself...And came to the conclusion that that might be what he was supposed to do- but not yet. Not when something was tugging at him, like a fish-hook caught in a sleeve. 

"Wraen...I owe you an apology." He said. His voice felt so high and light; it felt almost insincere to be speaking with this childish tone, but it wasn't something he could seemingly control just yet. He was stuck with the ghost-body he'd been given, and that came with the high, scratchy voice he'd had as a child. "You did so much for me, over and over again, and I was just..." He shook his head and shrugged. "Man, I just had no idea. You were the best kind of friend, and you were...The mother I needed."