[voice]

[purewhite]

[It's been a few days.

A few days time has not healed the hurt that this has given her. But if no one else knows, then... someone has to say it, if Cecil had not told them first.

Who better than his mother? Rosa can only imagine the future, and actually watching Ceodore grow up, instead of being near her own age. Just thinking about this has the tears gathering once more. The audio feed is silent, save for the sound of someone trying to hold back sobs and sniffles.]

For...


[...ok, try this again.]

For those who might not know, but knew him, my son-- [there's a catch in her breath, and then silence for a few moments--] My son, Ceodore has... he's gone home.

[The feed will cut off here.]

Comments

[Action]

[paladinlost]

...Presents.

[He sounds both incredulous and completely confused about the whole thing, but it doesn't last very long before he shakes himself out of it.]

Where are my manners? Grune, this is my wife Rosa. Rosa, this is Grune. We met while defending the village during an attack.

[Action]

[lostinmyway]

[The moment Grune hears exactly who Rosa is, her face lights up.]

Oh, I'm very glad to meet you!

[Rosa must be a very special person indeed if she's the one Cecil loves most of all.]

[Action]

[purewhite]

It's a pleasure to meet you as well. What brings you here today, besides presents?

[Action]

[paladinlost]

Delicious-smelling presents, if I might add?

[Even these days, his grief is not quite enough to make him forget his manners. Besides, it's perfectly truthful.]

[Action]

[lostinmyway]

[She smiles again at Cecil's words.]

Oh, thank you!

[And then her expression shifts. She keeps smiling, but there's something quieter about it now.]

I'm here to cheer you up.