Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

She absorbed his words. Listened closely. All with a slight smile and a peculiar shine in her eyes. There was still something that she withheld from him. And Alaric was sharp. He may figure it out. "I see that. All of it. And more." As she went deeper into uncharted territory, the more nervous she became. Hiding it well.

"I see the way Acrux looks up to you. How he is interested in what you have to share with him." She crossed one leg over the other, soothed by the scent of various herbs filtering into her nose. "I see not just a fellow kid at heart. But a teacher, a guide. A guardian. Even a father."

Uncrossing her legs, she closed the last bit of space between them. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, loosely, so in case Alaric may object to the closeness. Her eyes refused to let his go. Mimicking nearly the same hold she had taken on him when he returned with her son.

"Alaric...it took me so long to realize. I only did when you brought my son home to me that day. Alive. You were there when he...we needed you...a father, most." Her eyes had fallen from his, afraid of what she might see. "Not Argent. You."