delia-arkwright​:
Delia was quiet for a moment as she watched her daughter shift. “What is it?” she asked, her voice soft. She could tell something was bothering Xenia, she just didn’t know what. “Is something wrong?”
xenia’s mouth twisted but she hardly noticed until her mother spoke up again. “no, not at all,” she said, picking up her smile again. it came much more naturally to her than that look of worry. “just thinking...” about her mother’s secrets. if that’s what they were. “about all the people i’ve met here.”














