Deepwood Weald father

Ludo found himself surprised when Angel joined him. His kneejerk reaction was to wipe his tears away, spilling out a no, in response. I'm okay.

While Raindrop had adopted him into her family, Ludovic hadn't found himself growing particularly close to either of her daughters. They were older, he was shy, and maybe a part of him felt that he was taking away their mother. It was hard not to worry they might resent him.

Breathing in deeply, he pushed it out in one clear breath. For now, his tears were gone. Ludo had grown up with a mother who never seemed to cry, and supposed that he must have adopted Pala's habits along the way. He hated crying, he hated it more when someone saw him. When Raindrop and Ponderosa had found him in the weald weeping only a few months prior he had felt embarassed, but at least that seemed reasonable. Now he didn't really now why the tears had come.