Asherah had never set foot in the Tathamet home and had not been offered anything before.
The familiarity she had grown used to had all dried up.
Now, as everyone stared at her, she had begun to feel slightly ostracized.
Perhaps it was just all in her head. Or maybe everyone was just that upset with her.
Asmodeus was the first to break the uncomfortable silence in an effort to gain answers. "I believe some questions are in order now, aren't they?"
"That's right, son." Igrat huffed.
"Don't need an echo, mom."
"Boo."
Asherah ran her thumb over her knuckles as she fumbled looking for something to say.
She didn't know where to begin.
"I... well..."
Certain things she believed that she would never have to talk about. he thought Yesh would be around to have these hard conversations and spare her the burden.
But he wasn't. And now she was left here scrambling to figure out what to say.
