Rorrow held her before walking his Gran over to a table. Remembering the manners she smacked into both him and his twin, he pulled out a chair for her. Then sitting he smiled at her. "No he didn't...I haven't see Corven yet...but he's here? That's great...I can't wait to get out of here. Knowing you and him are here...your safe. He's...devious enough that he'll be fine at the end of this. Its enough..."
He sighed. It was nice to see his Gran again, she was a really big supporter of him and his twin when they were younger. It was thanks to her that Corven went the gamer/artist route he did. While Rorrow went his bookworm/animal lover route. There was never a dull moment with his Gran that was for sure. Memories of them being taught gardening because she limited the electronics time...Corven playing her in the many Death-matches which scattered through his childhood. Rorrow picking up one of the original copies of The Hobbit. Her reading them that same book when they slept over....
He let his mind drift back to the present. Eyes soft as he looked at her now. The years had been kind to her, maybe not her height...but to her overall at least. He missed his Gramps. The male being the owner of that book his Gran read to him. Rorrow really learned to love book through the elderly male, everyday he went over his Gramps showed him another world. He sighed as he touched his Gran's hand, holding it....
"We'll survive this. All three of us."
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