[Eridanus catches the way this revelation affects Regulus, and it's a small comfort to know that he has those sympathies. He certainly hides his grief of the matter better than his wife does, and for that alone it has become a question if he even misses their daughter. He does, everyday, he tells himself.]
Eucryphia is safe, and that is the only solace I have in this situation. My younger brother is caring for her, and if anything happens to him, I also have my son who is an adult. Both love her to ribbons, so she will never want for anything. I simply pray that she doesn't hate me for leaving her. [He stares down at the blackened pool of coffee within his cup, the wafting warm scent one that dredges up memories of sunny mornings with Eucryphia playing at his feet. He swallows down the memory when he brings his drink to his lips, drowning it where it won't pull a more sorrowful expression across his features.
Regulus' change in topic is not lost on Eridanus, and he smiles his thanks to the man across from him. A laugh bubbles from him at the mention of cooking,] I am still an awful cook, but I hope to become better. I have to admit, from what little I've done of it, I do enjoy it quite a bit. Perhaps I can find other hobbies too, in my time here. Something to distract from the grim. I've only been doing as I've always done: reading, chess, work. I'm rather boring, I must admit.
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Date: 2020-10-11 06:35 pm (UTC)Eucryphia is safe, and that is the only solace I have in this situation. My younger brother is caring for her, and if anything happens to him, I also have my son who is an adult. Both love her to ribbons, so she will never want for anything. I simply pray that she doesn't hate me for leaving her. [He stares down at the blackened pool of coffee within his cup, the wafting warm scent one that dredges up memories of sunny mornings with Eucryphia playing at his feet. He swallows down the memory when he brings his drink to his lips, drowning it where it won't pull a more sorrowful expression across his features.
Regulus' change in topic is not lost on Eridanus, and he smiles his thanks to the man across from him. A laugh bubbles from him at the mention of cooking,] I am still an awful cook, but I hope to become better. I have to admit, from what little I've done of it, I do enjoy it quite a bit. Perhaps I can find other hobbies too, in my time here. Something to distract from the grim. I've only been doing as I've always done: reading, chess, work. I'm rather boring, I must admit.