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“And I’ll call him Big Softie,” Leana’s brows furrowed at Alessio’s remark.

No one knows Father’s language. Leana’s mouth opened, both in shock, and to say something. Though, his translation wasn’t completely accurate. 

But Alessio plowed on, looking at her. “You should braid your hair so it doesn’t get in your face when you’re fighting and it’s a smaller targe- uh…I mean…”

“Alright. Thank you.” If I find something to tie it with. 

“Saeb Lyn means ‘Hard Soft’, roughly. And that is one of the most beautiful and strong paradoxes in the world. To be able to be fierce, but also gentle.” *slightly reproving look, Alessio’s way* *slightly comforting look Saeb Lyn’s way* *then comforting, toward Alessio*

*sad thoughts rush in, but she tries to push them down* Can one of you please do something? Lead somewhere? *tired of just standing around* *knows impatience is her worst flaw/tries to tell herself to slow down*