"Strange, she's not replying to me." Zualin frowned, "I can feel that my messages are reaching her. But for some reason, she's ignoring me."
"When's the last time you contacted her?" Faunkill asked.
"Around 800 years ago." Zualin coughed, "And I only told her that I've eaten dinner."
"…" Faunkill turned silent, staring at Zualin like he was a bigger idiot among the two.
"What, she won't hate me, you know." Zualin snorted, "I'm her dad."
"Well…" Faunkill tried to retort before sighing in response, lacking the energy to do anything. 'I hope she's doing well.'
"Why don't you try to contact her?" Zualin said all of a sudden, "You too should have the means to contact her."
"I…do indeed. But…" Faunkill hesitated.
"Just try it once. No harm done." Zualin forced him. "Who knows, she might have forgiven you after so long."
