[Upon arriving in the City of Tears, it takes very little time before the Knight makes their way to the Soul Sanctum, the momentous news shedding the grace and fluidity that characterizes even the most mundane of their motions and instead turning it to somewhat awkward rushing. The tarts they had baked in honor of Mother’s Day bump about dangerously in their container, securely as it is clasped in their false arm of metal, but they scarcely notice. Scarcely even care. It will be fine; the tarts will endure.
What’s important, more than anything else, is reaching their mother.
Showing that they think her reclamation of her sight is a cause for celebration.
Ensuring that all is well and she knows that there is… care had. A thing that… they hadn’t done much with their father, injured as he was a few times, and would see rectified here and now.]
@impure-vessel-official
Ah welcome, you got here just in time.
Now from what i know, you can use telepathy?
By the way, your the only one here right now, i was thinking you two could have some time alone.