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[princessia]

"Umm... h-hello! This is Elize Lutus. I'm sorry I can't get to you right now. Please leave a message."

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[serves]

[All the safety wouldn't make up for what she's endured. He knows it's illogical, to wish to erase that so much and to be so angry at people he'll never encounter, and so perhaps that's why he's offering so much of himself to a child that isn't his own. In hopes of making her present better.]

She and I are both lucky, then.

[princessia]

[ Stirring in her sleep, the quiet voices are enough to gently rouse her from her dreams. She turns on her back and tiredly rubs at her eye with one hand before having it slump back down to her side.

She opens her mouth slightly to speak, but no words come out at first, when it quickly registers in her mind that she's gazing right up at Cullen. ]

...Cullen?

[ It's a questioning tone, to make sure she's not dreaming. For just a moment, it might have looked like she wanted to address him differently. Father. She's at least conscious enough to stop herself from making a mistake. ]

Jove's here too.

[ She'd sound more cheerful if she were fully awake, staring with tired eyes and looking just about ready to drift off again. ]

[dawnwillcome]

[With a soft, affectionate smile, Jove reaches out to brush Elize's bangs out of her eyes.]

We didn't mean to wake you, da'len. [The augment will translate that to "little one" for them all, thanks to the fact that Elvish of every kind is apparently well known by whoever runs the show they perform on.] Go back to sleep if you're still tired.

[serves]

[When she wakes, Cullen finds himself almost at a loss of words. No, he'd never mention what she said in her sleep. But it's something that he feels should be acknowledged, even if not verbally. Even if only by a gentle touch to the side of her small face.]

Sleep. It's all right.

[princessia]

[ Their affectionate touch brings a flicker of a weary, vague smile on her face. There might be even a tinge of sadness to that smile as she once again wonders how her parents treated her, if they ever showed her similar affection. She can't clearly recall her dream, but she's certain she must have been dreaming of being with a family.

She pulls the blanket closer around her body, comfortably resting back on her side and nestling her head on Cullen's lap. ]

[dawnwillcome]

[After sharing a mildly concerned look with Cullen, Jove chooses to stay silent for the moment to let Elize get back to sleep. She rubs the girl's back in an attempt to soothe that sad look off her face, but she can't seem to get it out of her head.

Poor thing is probably terribly homesick and all she has to alleviate that feeling are people she didn't even choose to surround herself with.]

[serves]

[Cullen wants to believe that her parents did everything they could for her, and that they tucked her into bed each night, if they didn't let her fall asleep on them like this. He settles an arm over her and the blanket. One more layer of protection between her and the world--or worlds--at large.]