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[nerdanel_the_wise]

It's quiet as she sits on the bed, her back propped comfortably with multiple pillows. She has a sketch pad in her hands as she draws rapidly.

She had been doing it for hours.

One sketch book had been discard, already full.

It had been centuries since she had last picked up anything to create art with, and now she couldn't create enough...

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[nerdanel_the_wise]

She looks up at him solemnly.

"Maybe... you will need to give him up as you did Andres?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"That took me half a year, Nana," he says quietly. "And I don't have to look at him every day. This is worse than Andres. I gave Namo so much of myself. Andres was.... a brief mistake."

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She shakes her head.

"You gave him so very much of you. He gave you so very much of himself. And yet, the two of you can barely speak to each other without one of you breaking down into tears, accusations or bitterness?"

Nerdanel gives up trying to understand.

"I am here, love, if you ever need just a lap to cry in. Always open arms, dearest."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim smiles at her.

"Thanks, Nana. I know you are." He kisses her cheek. "Kelly will need feeding soon. I should go."

[nerdanel_the_wise]

She nods, her fingers lingering on his cheek.

"Melin chen, ionen," she says before he goes, wishing -- not for the first time -- she had the power to heal her sons' broken hearts.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He smiles at her, brief and fleeting, and turns to take his daughter back to his room.