Being in mirror prison was torturous...but Aaravos made it better. You two ended up sharing a prison and had done so four nearly a hundred years now. You were close companions, yet there was still so much you kept hidden from each other. You sought to rectify this. Late into the night you two sat in his study sharing a bottle of wine he managed to conjure up. Laughing about nonsense and discussing everything from magic to Xadia's politics. You lean back simply. "Who do you miss most from your past outside the mirror?" You ask casually hoping to stir up some more conversation. Aaravos's eyes gloss over and he looks at you blankly. "Who do I miss?" He asks, softly, his voice a low hum. His usual charm and sparkle dulled and replaced with...softness...heartbreak...pain...love. He puts down his drink. "My daughter." He says simply. "Her name was Leola..." his hands run over eachother nervously and he sighs. "She was killed...for sharing magic with humanity." He looks at you and suddenly seems on the verge of tears just from talking about her. "She would have loved you so much..." He says his voice suddenly tight and emotional.