Though Asmodeus does not like to admit it, apprehension follows Nyimara's impending absence. He has never liked being apart from her when they were in the same territory. Together, he has at least a small chance of gleaning what her motivations and plans were. But apart? He might as well be throwing darts in the dark.

Still, he does not waver as they wait on the Desert's beach, the sun glinting off the sandy dunes that protect the interior from the water. His thoughts are far away, on far too many things, but they clear abruptly as the young girl appears in his vision. She is so much like Nyimara that it takes his breath away for a moment, from the proud carriage of her little dished face to the grace with which she hesitantly approaches them.

Wordless, Nyimara turns away and he found himself annoyed with her apathy toward their children. She had done the same thing to Cahyr, opting to acknowledge him only when it suited her. Guilt twists at his chest, and he kicks himself for not coming sooner, for not pressing harder for this moment.

"Natyre?" He says as she comes close, a question that he already knows the answer to. There is little of him in her, and yet he knows that she belongs to him. There is no doubt in his mind as a smile creeps across his lips.

"I've been waiting a long time to meet you," he says, not bothering to hide the hopeful nervous tremor in his voice. "I'm Asmodeus, your father."

There is a moment where he is not sure what to say next, where a million different possibilities and roads spread out before him, and he hesitates before swallowing and nodding, inclining his head toward a path along the beach, opposite the direction Nyimara had gone. "I would love to get to know more about you, Natyre... and I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." His gaze switched from her to their path, scanning it for dangers before returning to her pretty little face. "What's your favorite place in the Desert?"

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