His voice is different, and Briar is a little shorter than he ought to be, but it doesn't matter a bit. Even if Rosethorn has no idea of how strangely time works, she couldn't possibly mistake anyone else for Briar.
Speech out loud may be unnecessary, but she drinks it in thirstily, further evidence that Briar's here and whole. "I'm glad you're safe, boy," she calls back.
Neither of them is prone to outright displays of affection. Rosethorn never trusted people's words completely, not after her own family's love rang hollow. The trappings aren't important to her. What she has with Lark and their foster kids is real enough that words and physical affection are hardly needed. Briar knows how important he is to her, and she knows he reciprocates it. That's enough.
Most days it is. Today, she'll wrap her arms around her boy the second she's close enough to manage it.
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Speech out loud may be unnecessary, but she drinks it in thirstily, further evidence that Briar's here and whole. "I'm glad you're safe, boy," she calls back.
Neither of them is prone to outright displays of affection. Rosethorn never trusted people's words completely, not after her own family's love rang hollow. The trappings aren't important to her. What she has with Lark and their foster kids is real enough that words and physical affection are hardly needed. Briar knows how important he is to her, and she knows he reciprocates it. That's enough.
Most days it is. Today, she'll wrap her arms around her boy the second she's close enough to manage it.