There's no answer in words, just a sensation of a warm hand clasping his shoulder.
"Someone he loved, and who gave him a son because of it. She wasn't interested in being a parent herself." Evandrin had never told him more than that, and he'd never pried. There's no trace of suspicion or jealousy in his voice, just another layer of mourning.
He'd never regretted not asking more questions, even after losing his husband - she could have approached herself, if she wanted, and he didn't want to put a burden of expectation on her otherwise. Not until Avalir was ashes, and almost all of its people with it.
If Elias ever asks him, all he'll be able to say is that his mother is probably gone.
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"Someone he loved, and who gave him a son because of it. She wasn't interested in being a parent herself." Evandrin had never told him more than that, and he'd never pried. There's no trace of suspicion or jealousy in his voice, just another layer of mourning.
He'd never regretted not asking more questions, even after losing his husband - she could have approached herself, if she wanted, and he didn't want to put a burden of expectation on her otherwise. Not until Avalir was ashes, and almost all of its people with it.
If Elias ever asks him, all he'll be able to say is that his mother is probably gone.