I will always believe

The guidance is welcomed, and she follows him over to a sitting area. Bleating as she plops down next to Herish. For a moment her eyes start to flash towards blue, towards her sadness, but he says he'd love to hear about her dads, and her eyes remain that warm brown. At least for the moment.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ They are very important, they raised me in the short time we had to be... to be kind. ❞

She smiles, softly,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Papa was always telling me that kindness is the greatest weapon. Stronger than anything he could forge... He was a blacksmith, but he loved woodworking more than that. He made furniture for people in his village. ❞

A gentle laugh,

Herish could imagine it. A smile on his face as he listened. It sounded like a fairy-tale family, no wonder she missed them. No wonder she envied people.

He had to admit, seeing Hannah with her parents brought an ache to his own chest at times.

"Your father is right. Kindness is very strong. And it takes someone strong to be able to be kind in the hardest of times." He could of lost his own in those years he was locked away.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Shit-! ❞

He steps back towards the imp, the incubus rubbing the ring on his hand and swearing under his breath. It had to be the magic of the rings.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Dammit. Of course it has a range. Of course can't be simple. ❞

Eyes dart over to Trip, and he quickly steps back over next to him so he's no longer being tugged along. There goes his plans of going home and handling the other magic he was cursed with out of sight of anyone else.

"I'm okay I'm okay." Trip reassured, tail giving an anxious flick. If they were stuck together for three days, that meant they had to stay together.... "I uh... sooooo... my place or yours?"