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Dolores. One of many of the Madrigal family he was anxious to reunite with. For... one reason and one reason alone. She was young, and knew of his Gift of telling the future, so of course she'd want him to tell hers! And how on earth could he possibly deny her? So, he'd sat down with her in his room, held her smaller hands in his... and told her what the future had in store for her. The moment the vision came to him, guilt crawled up his spine and hooked into his heart. Only intensified once her little voice asked what he'd seen, him unable to completely face her. His sweet little sobrina, given such a bad future? No, he couldn't stomach it. She didn't deserve that!
But now? Now that he was back, out from behind the walls of Casita? He just might stand a chance of righting the possible wrong with her. That is, if she even wanted to hear about that vision again. It might be too much, for both of them. Yet... something had to be done. He'd be left thinking it over far too much if he let the potential conversation sit around in his head.
So, here he was, rat on his shoulder, snuggled up against the side of his neck as a comfort. "Dolores? Can we... talk about something?"