Since you all arrived to Hedotis and Xaden stood eye to eye with his mother he’s sat in our room shut down to everything and everyone. His mother, Talia, gave you a tray of food for him and begged you to get him to come to dinner. You took a deep breath and walked out to the veranda where he sat in his own thoughts. You stood in front of him and sat the tray down on the wooden table in front of him.

“Is there room for me to sit?” your voice is gentle. He looks up at you with a forced half smile and nods

There’s always room for you.