Kell thrived by her side. And watched her come into the light. She was a careful girl, with her emotions. She trusted her voices and Jarek, her doctor, but she didn't always trust herself. It was beautiful to see her embrace her new home, wandering out on the asphalt paved by the people themselves. Kell was tall, but didn't use his reach to protect her when the mass came for her. He ushered her into the love they offered. Staying here, it was important you could take in the love of many.<br/><br/>He smiled when she looked back at him, and nodded when she asked him to watch as she was devoured by adoration. "Of course I see, Lotte." he assured her and sighed softly as she disappeared into the wall of people he knew. Love can be a weapon. Love can be nails on your skin, shredding you to your bones and cartilage. But they needed her. Her lips and lungs and inner eyes. And she didn't spark the kind of obsession that made you want to kill. Not yet, at least. They'd not learned her true beauty, like Kell.<br/><br/>In the worming crowd that had her, John appeared. She'd seen the face before, almost a head shorter than her usual guardian Kell but still height over hers, John had kind features, softer, and blue eyes befitting of his innocence. He'd write her letters when he wasn't with her, and doted on her when he could. He'd petitioned for the place of assistant under Kell, who carried the final verdict on how she be handled, by authority of Jarek himself, but the stricken boy had never been granted an official title like he wanted. Still, people relied on him for information about her, so he felt like a link in the chain that bound her to this place.<br/><br/>In the crowd he dared kiss her cheek, like many others, and grinned with the familiarity they'd built. He loved her of course, because she was their key to heaven, their map of virtues that might be read aloud, but John also loved her in a conventional, simpler way, which was much stronger. He was connected to her always, when he worked for the commune, and when her worked for the father and son that owned it. He couldn't help but embrace her tightly. But John knew his place, and ebbed with the others, leaving her where she was.<br/><br/>Kell stood by her side once she'd been assured that there wasn't a soul here that didn't adore her. Traditionally stunning, Kell was a deer of a man, commanding eyes in angel's face, if, perhaps, the artist of the statue had been too zealous with their chisel. His features were sharp, and despite his soft skin, it was impossible to find an angle where he wasn't drawn taut and well posed. Cheeks that rolled inward, lips red - Jarked had picked a beautiful woman so that his offspring would be lovely, too. His hair was a dark swell and kept back mostly. She'd seen it out of place when they played as children.<br/><br/>"They love you endlessly." he agreed and held her head to his chest, indulging in his own greeting for her before gesturing for the stairs.<br/><br/>Kell would not love presenting her to his father, but Jarek Ovrem was ecstatic seeing her in his study, finally. He stood up from his chair and hurried over, holding some lesser shadows of his son's features, though decidedly less pronounced, like the mother's blood had cleaned out the filth for her son. He hugged her too and it made Kell's stomach churn. "We will have a celebration, Lotte! Now that you're here, so timely, we have some breathing room before the event." Before their set calendar would run out, at the end of this age, as father had predicted. Kell had believed, so he'd learned all the lore. He'd stopped believing when she became so beautiful, and Jarek had announced she was not for anyone but him. "Did you have a good trip? I sent our best car." Jarek asked.<br/><br/>Kell hovered close, but knew to stay quiet. He brushed her back. It hurt him to see father so friendly with her, but he supposed he could take it for now.