No matter how hard he tried, the melancholy in Morana's eyes kept seeping in like the rolling tide. Once he thought the hurt had passed, another wave of emotion would rush in. He'd promised to be quiet, but her comment...her comment made him almost freeze in place.
What sort of words were these? A child's life? Was she speaking of her own or of another child? As Morana choked a bit, he blinked, suddenly very scared for her.
"A child...? A child....wwwhat child, Morana?" He asked gently, placing his other bandaged hand over hers. He had to sit himself down on his bum, because the bending over was causing his joints to ache. "Wwwhat is her story, Morana?"