Noctisardor Bypass Sitting here underneath the bridge

it's pretty.
her features reflected a surprise, then the burn of a blush; heda turned her head away, but for a moment her quiet pleasure in that was clear.
"he — just left, one day. never came back." heda might have gone on to explain that she felt such a departure abrupt, and surely the will of the god they now both shared. he had loved sweetharbor so. why wouldn't he have otherwise stayed?
but the moment was waylaid and transfixed; her expression filled with a shy warmth as she met his eyes with a poignant expression. "it's good to see you, amadeo. anselm and i were talking about sweetharbor."
and as heda's gaze found the slammed-shut countenance of her sons' father, she felt a wilting inside, a sort of shame, that he would never look at her with the same gentle thoughtfulness that amadeo seemed to hold.