One thing that humans seemed unable to learn for themselves was the fact that good people didn't necessarily translate into good parents, something which kept Ishiah from judging too quickly as Lucy provided a half-formed explanation. A part of him wanted to know, of course, exactly who the potential father had been, whether or not he remained on the island, and the peri wondered still whether or not he should have been tasking himself with keeping an eye after her and those she got romantically involved with. Romance, in of itself, was no more complex of a relationship than family, but the very nature of it was passion. Losing oneself in favor of another. Family was grounding, significant others were freeing, and it was always important to have enough of both the wings and the anchor.

He reached over the counter for a pitcher of passionfruit juice and two glasses, placing one in front of Lucy and pouring the fresh liquid into hers, pushing it slightly forward with his fingers. It was as subtle of a message as he could give, that he hoped she wouldn't turn to alcohol again, even if he knew on a very personal level how tempting it would always be. "Family is something everyone always stands a chance of losing. It is only most frustrating when they are lost to a shadow through which you can't see. When you don't know what has become of them." While closing his eyes, he could almost feel the brush of fine red hair and cream-colored wings. "Whether or not it was better to have had them for a while and to deal with the loss now, and the implications that has on your willingness to adopt more family in the future, is up for you to decide, subconsciously or not. I am still here, however, and I hope that is somewhat of a comfort."