Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

"That's convenient." She said, nodding her head. "The people who give me money usually feel bad for me because of the stories I tell. They are mostly true, just little details are changed so I don't have to deal with people trying to visit me in my own home." She said, feeling the obvious tension in the air. 

"I'm being cleared to leave soon, I think. They said that I didn't have any broken bones or anything, I just have to wait until the impact wound closes. I'm just confused why I haven't been visited by my parents yet. You'd think they'd be here, since it has been a while." She said, placing her head in her hands.
Raul
Scarlett Prynne
Witherlands

Scarlett breathed a little sigh of relief when Cerei backed off and stopped pressing the issue. She didn't want to lie to the kid, honestly, especially since she was so sweet and innocent. But part of protecting that innocence meant lying and avoiding answers to certain things. 

"That will be good," She replied in response to Cerei being cleared to leave, "You'll get to go home to your family, at least, though I think I'll miss you here. Maybe your parents haven't been informed yet? I'm sure they must be worried about you. Perhaps we can have one of the healers send word to them."
Michelle
Cerei Davren
Witherlands

A single tear rolled down Cerei's cheek as she shook her head. "Usually they don't care much anyways. They just want me to get my daily money. My father, Brennen Davren, used to be a wealthy merchant until something happened right before I was born, and ever since his store closed he's not had a job. My mother, Sereni Davren, used to help him run the store. They say a fire took everything we had." She said, wiping the tear and brushing it on the tunic she wore. 

"Sorry about that. I don't know why I told you all of that. But that's a good idea. I'll ask one of them to send word." She said softly.