He half walked, half ran with her in silence until the pair of them reached the North Tower.
                In this direction it was nothing but sea, though on a very clear day, you could see the Wild Isles.
                Finally Eli spoke up.
                “Maybe...” He tried to edge around her ill temper. “Maybe you don’t have to tell me everything, maybe there are no fixes, and nothing that can truly make you feel better, and maybe it isn’t my job to do so, but you can’t stop me from wanting or trying to.”
                She turned to face him, her eyes closed. He could tell she was trying to hold in her tears this time. Her lips were parted but she couldn’t seem to decide what to say. There was a pale hue to her face however. She looks like she’s given up.
                Eli dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out a long thin box made of wood.
                “I meant to give you this on your day of birth in a few days whilst we were at Aunt Anella’s wedding but I suppose giving it to you a few days earlier will do you no harm.” He held out the box.
                Anny’s hand hesitated, before clasping it, but she took it. She slowly slid the lid away and gasped.
                Inside, on a strip of red velvet, lay a thin, golden chain with a large piece of Mother-of-pearl set in half of a silver case, on the back of which, as she span it round, was inscribed characters in a language neither of them could understand.
                “Remember this?”
                Anny stared intently at it, watching as the chain slipped through her fingers as if it almost didn’t exist. He was glad she liked it, she had never been one for jewellery, but this was something different.
                “It was mother’s. Father used to bring it out every so often for the first few years afterwards and tell us the story of how his ancestors had gotten it. You were very young, I don’t know if you—“
                “—I remember.” She muttered. Anny gave it a look, trying to decide something, before putting it back. She wrapped her hands around his neck.
                “I finally went in to father’s study and found it in that box which is itself something quite special.” He said, pointing out the old sheen it carried and the odd intricate patterns that seemed to swirl about it. “When I saw it I immediately thought of you. You look just like how I remember mother. Well at least, from what I can remember, anyway.”
                “Do you mind if I am alone for a time?”
                “Oh.” Eli hadn’t expected that. “Of Course, just...” What could he say now? He had done everything he could. So he spoke the first thing that came to mind. “..Don’t forget to have your things ready by tomorrow morning, we are leaving early.”
                “Yeah, yeah I know, I’m not a child, I can handle myself.”  She said, pulling away from him. “You’re such a bore.” She stuck out her tongue, “but thanks.”
                He nodded, and turned away.
                Eli was happy with how it had gone. He’d never been able to understand her, despite how they had spent every moment together.  Now that she lived further away, she was utterly indecipherable. It hurt that she wouldn’t share her problem, when they were younger, she would tell him everything, even if sometimes she was grudging. He had accordingly worked out exactly how to make her feel better. But now...
                She’s a woman grown, she has a husband and some day she’ll have children and a family, I am sure she will be fine without me. Eli let out a long low sigh and whistled an old song his father used to sing, as he trundled along the edge of the wall, careful not to look down. I just hope she gets through this visit to Anella’s. He had heard much about her husband-to-be, and some of it not favourable. They hadn’t often visited her when they were growing up, though she would periodically come with some problem or other that their father would have to deal with, and she was always most annoying. I hope it goes well, and I hope I can find a way off of this darn wall that doesn’t involve more climbing.

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