Nausy took a few moments to just watch her sleeping son, reaching out to gently tuck a lock of stray hair away from his face. Most people said that Marc looked a lot like her - and he had quite a sunny disposition for a three-year-old - but in moments of tranquility such as these, he strongly reminded her of Arzei.

The redhead sighed, closing her eyes. It had been years, yet he haunted her still.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she got up and headed out the room, only to be surprised to find Shiraz waiting outside.

"Hi, Shiraz," she greeted, trying to mask her surprise with a smile. "What's up?"