Denise
"...You got those because you were drunk? Heh, maybe I should try that sometime."

*Yakaiyo sighs, covering her fins with her sleeve.*

"Maybe. But none of it was for the better. I've almost died dozens of times. I've killed more *Elves* Than there are bones in my body. I'm a vampire now. And all for what? To avenge them? Now they're alive, and... Now I've gone and made myself dangerous."

*The treton picked up a nearby rock, throwing it across the river. It simply plunks down without skipping, disappearing into the depths below. Part of her was glad that her family was indeed alive... But part of her wondered...*

"...What if I had died there with them? Then maybe I'd be at peace, if I can call it that."
Christopher
"Maybe you would have. But, you lived, and survived. You... Changed, but you've also healed, even if it doesn't seem like it."

*Horace would mimic the woman's action, picking a rock and chucking it to the river. The rock seems to skip quite a few times, before gracefully sinking below the surface.*
"You aren't the heartbroken mess I met you as. You've been strong, and you're trying your damnedest to move on. I only wish I could do more for you than just a bed and some food..."

*The Kitsune sighs, falling backwards and meeting the dirt and grass with his back.*
Denise
*The treton looks at Horace with a pleasant look of surprise, then smiles.*

"Healed? In what way? I guess it's easier to evaluate others than yourself. I always did that with them."

*Yakaiyo picks up another rock, this time skipping it twice before disappearing with a plunk.*

"Thank you. I still think I'm heartbroken, but it's healed. A bit. I don't cry as much now. And you're doing all I can, and, I really appreciate it. There's only so much a mortal can do, after all. Any more would require action from the gods."