Marigold thought about it for a second, then nodded. "She has long silver hair. But nobody sees her face."
Voren's frown deepened. Nobody sees her face? He was about to ask more when Marigold stretched under the blanket and let out a long, dramatic yawn. "Daddy, I'm tired."
He knew that tone. Once she decided the conversation was done, it was done. No amount of questions, bribes, or promises would change that.
Sure enough, she rolled onto her side, closed her eyes, and within minutes her breathing had settled into that peaceful rhythm, like she hadn't just dropped several bombshells that were gonna keep him up all night.
Voren watched her sleep for a while, the room feeling strangely quiet around him. Eventually he stood up and stepped away from the bed, his mind already racing. There was only one person he could think to call right now.
