Desiree: I didn’t know that you were terminally ill at any point. That’s part of your life. *She then sighs as he lets go of the ball* We can talk to my mother tomorrow. Maybe she has a magical object that you can use for this. *She then reaches out to rub his left hand, moving her fingers along where his scar is* You never told me about this. I don’t know who some person named.. umm.. Kael’tasome… is. There’s pleanty that’s missing.
