Delithia laughed softly and held up her hands.<span style="color: #a64dff">“Oh no, no. I’m quite fine, just being out of the house is a nice treat. Seeing other adults interact is something I’ve been lacking so I’m glad to be here.”</span><span style="color: #5900b3">“There’s two Eternals here, Delithia. Anything you want is yours, you just have to ask.”</span><span style="color: #a64dff">“Really, I’m fine, thank you.”</span><br/><br/>Lonnie’s eyes lit up a little and he smiled wide.<span style="color: #ffff99">“That’s great to hear! I’m sure Delithia is over the moon knowing you’re back on your feet and better than ever.”</span>When he mentioned how he was doing his expression fell and he looked away from her. The room was just a barricaded off section of a cave with only a crudely carved tombstone, two mugs, and a mostly empty keg.<span style="color: #ffff99"> “It’s um… I’m doing okay. I’m good. This is just a rough part of the year for me. Ah, my, well… everyone died around this time. And this particular cave was where I watched my son bleed out and take his last breath. I joined the military shortly after that, hoping to get revenge on the Horde for killing my family or die trying.” </span>He went quiet and fidgeted with the worn bronze ring he wore.<span style="color: #ffff99">“They were killed by Dark Irons. Not Horde. So I turned my weapons on my so-called comrades and was deemed a traitor and war criminal. A few years later a strange bird woman would scrape me out of a gutter…”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>