"You don't have to worry about that, Azazel. I have been in the orphanage all my life, and unlike Elia, I had nothing left behind for me from my parents. There is no way to trace my roots," Lillian said as she knew how pointless it would be. If there was anything, even if it was just a hairpin from her mother or anyone in her family, she would have believed that he could help.
"There is something that you should know," he stood up and walked to the window. He looked outside at the silent streets where o ky a few brave or perhaps foolish humans could be seen walking alone or in groups but there was great distance between them. He opened the window to allow the cold breeze inside.
