[Chesed once again glances at Joshua. She knows the expression he wears under the bandages, mild discomfort and sad resignation, but there’s a sense of acceptance there that she can feel. A quiet resolve, the answer to a prayer. He knows where this is going, but he’s going to be okay, so she waits, shifting so close she's almost leaning against him.
Joshua only stops watching Elle for a moment, his eyes on the fire between them. People wanting to get to know him are not common – even now when they are less frightened of him than they used to be. Not her, though – her unease is not fear. If her dæmon beginning to emerge from under her collar is an indication at all, she’s curious.]

My past is not something I enjoy revisiting, but for a chance that others may learn from my mistakes, that is a small price to pay. Ask and you shall receive. What would you like to know?