She can hear the pain and sadness in his voice, it tugs at her heart strings, "I...have felt the same way my entire life, so yes, I understand how much of a struggle it can be."

"Please Coral, do tell," he asks, his brows crinkled, wanting to share something in common with her.

Clasping her hands in her lap she watches a woman come in with a pitcher of water to add to the bath, "My father was lost to the Battle when I was too young to remember him. My mum died in labor shortly after. I do not know how long I was alone but a man named...