Love Everlasting

Safrin's expression dappled with adoration and affection for a moment. The love of the very young was perhaps the most sweet type of praise she could ever hope for. "Indeed, do tell them. I will not miss the stars so much with their drawings to look at." She agreed with a small laugh. Raising a brow at the ex-captain's request, Safrin narrowed her eyes for a moment. "Well at least this time you have asked me about something that I can answer you about." She said at last. "Your hand—" Safrin beckoned, holding her own out for the soldier to take. "Concentrate on him as clearly as you can. Every detail, and we will see what I can find.." Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted