"I want my mother." Laurel whimpered softly. "I just want my mother." The vision of the nightmare remained clear to Laurel, the terror of it clinging to her. She didn't understand who held her until she recognized Razeth's voice.
Razeth didn't know what to say to that. "She's watching over you I'm sure. Though she can't stop bad things from happening to you, she's there in you heart and visits in your dreams. " He replied softly. At lest his mother's memory had been there for him. He wasn't sure if Laurel's mother was alive or not.