Blackwater Islands Exodus

A frown settled on her face as Ruin gave his answer. She was worried sick waiting like this.

Right.. he'll come soon. She sighed. You'll take me to him when he does, right? Visala hated to make herself out as helpless, and yet she could not help but remind her brother's all the same. It kept her saintly, kept them sympathetic.

She hated to be fawned over, but wished to be cared for. Found people's interest in her irritating, yet longed to be praised. She was only ever contradicting herself, and yet it was masked so well.