London Calling RPG

"That's true," she allowed. One of her hands lifted to tuck a braid behind her ear that didn't particularly need any fussing with. "Though I don't know what to say to Anael. What do you say to someone who's so much more powerful than you'll ever be, who has seen more of the history of the world than you can actually understand, when he's afraid?" The last time she'd seen him she'd clung to him and cried like a child, even though he was the one in greater need. Selfishly, she didn't regret that she'd done this. She only regretted that she didn't know how to give him anything he needed in return.