Lacey
"Mother."
Maybe she'd never get used to being called that. She had been practically a child herself when she'd-- Well. When she'd gotten her scars. When Reilly and Sabrael and Ashley had found her in an exhausted heap of blood and sex, unmoving and not caring that she was too tired to find a way home. Home to what? Tiphon didn't like her. Ashley didn't like her. Ea was a busy Queen.
She would never belong anywhere.
She was foreign even among her own family. The only one she'd ever had and still it wasn't really hers.
"I will cope.." Kylin answered, and Wallace stole a glance at her. She even sounded older. So much older. As though she'd been through terrible things, and she had. Well, Wallace could relate to that. She was still going through terrible things. And probably always would.
"You couldn't have known," she continued, and Wallace gave a short nod. She couldn't. Nobody could've known. It still hadn't been fair on her baby, though. "What matters is that you are all back. I'm sorry it.. is under these circumstances.."
Wallace shook her head and shrugged, dismissing it easily. She'd been through enough in her short life. This was nothing much in comparison. Stolen away to Pangea while heavy with child was harder, stressful and draining. Thankfully, they'd been fool enough to steal Sabrael right along with her. Sabrael..
She felt a pang of more sadness and set it aside once again.
Kir got to play hero and take her weary ass home to Ischia just in time to give birth on their family soil. His family soil, rather.
She sighed. "Things could always be worse." You could be stuck living with-- Never mind. Her own hurts were her own problem. She was still just a shell of the girl she used to be, but she'd get there. Some day. Or she wouldn't and nobody would care anyway. Except perhaps Reilly. He was a damn stubborn fool.
And he never was too far away should she need him.
"We'll stay here long enough for home to be cleaned up and then we'll go right back to our island. This will be an extended vacation, is all." As if the Plague could just do with a little scrubbing. But not by her. And there were people here that Kylin could probably help if she wanted to. Wallace would be staying away from them though. She was useless and abrasive and only Reilly could handle it, it seemed.
"There are things you could do here, if you choose to. To keep yourself busy." She knew how it might help to stay busy.
