Avelina replied, "I love to see my grandpapa again, Draven. He was the only true family to me. I miss him a lot."
"I see." Draven gently began to caress her hair. "I have a question if you do not mind."
"Go ahead," Avelina said.
Draven took a few moments to think before probing, "What is your real name?"
Avelina's eyes widened and she quickly pulled back from the hug to stare at him. This left Draven bemused and concerned. Why had she reacted in such a way?
Avelina balled her hands into tight fists and averted her gaze. "It's a very horrible name. I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh…" Draven slowly nodded his head, "I see. It's alright. I will not inquire about it again."
He stood up from the chair, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up with him. "You do not have to worry about your scars. I sort of like it, so you don't have to hide it from me. I do not mind."
