Watching Fia process the information he had given her, it was difficult to discern what she could have been thinking. Denial, of course, was the easiest route. If anyone told Laszlo that Alvadas had been destroyed, he'd be skeptical without proof. Or if it had been Kalinor… he'd make panicked haste across Kalea, denying it vehemently until he saw it for himself. Laszlo quietly digested Fia's personal information, noting especially that she had a fiancé somewhere. An intrepid traveler no doubt, if he was not in Lhavit. Strange. Fia did not look much like a housewife. "You're no imposition," Laszlo repeated, keeping the letter as he held up one hand. Like so many other things in his existence, Fia and her predicament had been thrust upon him without warning. This pattern was jarring, but to shy away from it would be cowardice. "I'm sturdier than I look. But um." He looked down and frowned thoughtfully, weighted by what must have been morbid news. "Maybe you should sit properly before you hear the rest." He indicated the round, cushioned chair in the center of the room. Drawing in a cleansing breath, Laszlo sighed anxiously as prepared to read the rest of it to her. The rain continued against the window outside, pattering against the glass as a golden fire crackled in the hearth. It replaced the silence when Laszlo wasn't speaking. "All your near kin got on the boats, but the storms gave another blow on the 33rd day, throwing some of us overboard and breaking masts." He hesitated, fingers tightening on the letter as if he could feel what Fia was about to. "Da drowned. He was a fair swimmer, but we think something cracked his skull before he was tossed in the water." He continued after a partial pause. "Your cousin Paul can't use his right arm no more." Laszlo paused again, re-reading that sentence to be sure he got it right. "Broke it to pieces when trying to save his horse from the collapsing stable. The rest of us live but are scattered between Novallas (the Eaven line), Ravok (the Greenmans), and Zeltiva (me and mine). "I'm sorry to bring such bad tidings and from a relation that has been rough on you on account of what your father did. You don't have much affection for him either I think. Gran-Da loved you dear and he was your upbringing. I had the best hand among us and can write common, expecting someone will need to read this to you. Mercy on them." Laszlo tilted his head. "So there it is. Defend yourself, Denvali. Madge." Laszlo lowered the letter and looked back up at Fia, rubbing the back of his neck. Gods. "Fia, I'm so sorry." |