Her daughter, Leria was delighted to have her favorite uncle back. Lith would have been highly complimented for such words if it weren't for the fact that he was the only uncle she had.
From what she had heard about them, Leria imagined Trion and Orpal with monstrous features, whereas she considered Aran like a little brother. She was the one taking care of him, not the other way around.
"Are you alright, Uncle?" She extended her arms upwards, in a plea to be held. Leria was now a little past four years old, yet she was already 1.1 meters (3'7") tall. She had taken her mother's eyes and hair along with her grandmother's grace.
She was as lithe as a cat and almost as strong-willed.
"Mom and Granma cried a lot. Once they cried so hard that I thought you were dead, so I started crying too." Her words managed to make him feel even worse, but he sucked it up and smiled.
