Haman got up from the table and came around it with determined steps. She out her hand on Cynthia's shoulder, and looked down at her with a stern and serious warmth that was rare to see on her face.
"All of us, Char, Mineva, and myself, we're all orphans. War took our family from us. If I have learned anything from them in my time here on the Chalice, is that the grass grows where you water it. And that love is so much easier than hate." it an rather uncharacteristic turn of event Haman appeared to be getting a little choked up. "You don't know how honored I am to get to have you as part of our strange little family. It is a bit bent, but I'm learning from you all every day, that that is alright too."