Lauchlan
Tyler just sighed at his words. It likely also wasn’t a nice thought to know that her father was dead, or how he had died; in a rogue attack all those years ago, and she’d never gotten to meet him, or he didn’t think so, and now she would never get to either, nor get those answers to whatever questions she had for him.
She’d not even get the chance to let him know that her mother had never done those things that she had been accused of, which had likely seen him abandon Tyler, just like Marick had done Ophelia.
He hugged her a little, trying to provide some sort of comfort to her even though he didn’t exactly know what it was she needed right this minute. Because he didn’t understand it himself, how one would feel about their father, that they’d never met, dying, and not even
