It was not her expression that struck him down but rather, how alike to her mother she suddenly looked. Had she ever appeared in such a state? No, he thought not. Even as a newborn, Adonai had never been one for tears or outbursts. Always quiet, always a bit more Elohim than Ehiyeh, a little more their mother than Eden. How could he ignore it? He could not but he would try at least - he averted his gaze, gave pause so that she might compose herself if she so desired. Only then did he continue to approach, a little more gentle than before.

But where to start? It felt too wrong to ask her abruptly and he remembered with a sudden, grand fear how Ehiyeh had been so many times before. Would Adonai run? Would she cry and scream? How did an uncle approach a niece when it came to such situations? He wanted to laugh at himself but alas, he could no more than give her the same passive, open-book nature that he often tried to give his sister.

When she spoke, he took that moment to be seated, just far enough away to be safe but close enough to be there. Her words made his head tilt though, as if misunderstanding before he finally nodded in affirmation of his own thoughts. "Are you worried, Adonai?" He asked in their native tongue, its familiarity hopefully enough to open up the space between them. "She will be finding herself, wherever herself is. Perhaps it is a mountain or a field, who can say?" He mused, his voice giving way to his own concerns though they were fast to ebb and flow into a distant kind of curiosity. Would she have left had he done a better job at helping her find herself here rather than there?