[b]Lexianna[/b]

While he’s talking I hold his hand, I also fuss over his hair, and dust crumbs off his mouth. A fierce protectiveness flares in me; as a large part of me is fixated on the fact that he would have been left to die. This dear child? Not on my watch.

My hand stills for a moment when he mentions the Hands’ creation. I know my eyes burn golden now as a thread of heat winds its way through my heart. Anger at the blasphemy in our enemy’s sanctity.

“Sanctimonious bigotry suits no one.” I speak softly but with firmness. “I have many questions as I’m sure Kar does as well.” I spare a small smile for the man before turning my attention back to Jaylen. “I’m going to start with possibly the most obvious. How do you know all this?” Several questions are lined up in my mind. I strongly dislike having a child at the core of our questioning. Worry also nestles against my heart. Absentmindedly, I run my fingers through Jaylen’s hair while I think.