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(( Firstfall 18, Mid-morning, Price home - @Delilah Howe Price ))
Life was really fucking unfair.
Ferren had seen it before. He'd damn near drowned in it after Kali left. But every time he started to feel a little bit optimistic that things could turn out okay, the Maker proved him wrong by being a complete dick to people who didn't deserve it. Not that anybody deserved to have their spouse die on them, but nobody could deny that some people were less deserving than others.
Fergus was at the top of the list, obviously, and it'd happened to him twice. Now Delilah...
He didn't know her all that well, but he was quick to call her a friend whenever the topic came up. As quick as he was to just change the subject whenever anybody talked about her brother. Even Nathaniel didn't deserve what'd happened to his wife, though--something Ferren had only even heard about recently--and Delilah definitely didn't.
And those kids...? Ferren didn't even want to think about it, but somebody had to. Somebody who wasn't Delilah, because she was probably thinking about anything and everything right now. And while it probably wasn't his place, he wanted to lend a hand if he could.
That was what brought him to the Price home around the middle of the morning, just one day after he and Fergus had made it to Amaranthine. Ser Savriall was with Riane for now. Ferren would take back up his duties as her guard as soon as he got back. She might bring a little light into the home, sure, and he hoped she'd play nicely with James and Abigail eventually, but for now Ferren showed up alone.
It was a nice house. Quiet, but considering the loss, that wasn't too hard to understand. The outside was trimmed in a way that suggested the household was preparing for winter, and Ferren frowned. Bad things didn't always happen when it was bleak and cold, but when they did, it made it all the worse.
Drawing in a breath, Ferren talked himself out of and back into knocking, finally doing so after hesitating. "Delilah? Not sure y'wanna hear from anybody right now, but..." But I'm going to force my sympathy on you anyway? Great. "It's, uh. It's Ferren, by the way."
Life was really fucking unfair.
Ferren had seen it before. He'd damn near drowned in it after Kali left. But every time he started to feel a little bit optimistic that things could turn out okay, the Maker proved him wrong by being a complete dick to people who didn't deserve it. Not that anybody deserved to have their spouse die on them, but nobody could deny that some people were less deserving than others.
Fergus was at the top of the list, obviously, and it'd happened to him twice. Now Delilah...
He didn't know her all that well, but he was quick to call her a friend whenever the topic came up. As quick as he was to just change the subject whenever anybody talked about her brother. Even Nathaniel didn't deserve what'd happened to his wife, though--something Ferren had only even heard about recently--and Delilah definitely didn't.
And those kids...? Ferren didn't even want to think about it, but somebody had to. Somebody who wasn't Delilah, because she was probably thinking about anything and everything right now. And while it probably wasn't his place, he wanted to lend a hand if he could.
That was what brought him to the Price home around the middle of the morning, just one day after he and Fergus had made it to Amaranthine. Ser Savriall was with Riane for now. Ferren would take back up his duties as her guard as soon as he got back. She might bring a little light into the home, sure, and he hoped she'd play nicely with James and Abigail eventually, but for now Ferren showed up alone.
It was a nice house. Quiet, but considering the loss, that wasn't too hard to understand. The outside was trimmed in a way that suggested the household was preparing for winter, and Ferren frowned. Bad things didn't always happen when it was bleak and cold, but when they did, it made it all the worse.
Drawing in a breath, Ferren talked himself out of and back into knocking, finally doing so after hesitating. "Delilah? Not sure y'wanna hear from anybody right now, but..." But I'm going to force my sympathy on you anyway? Great. "It's, uh. It's Ferren, by the way."