Elias was by the rocky shore, his gaze downcast. In front of him stood three stone piles, monuments to the sons he had lost. It was strange to know that this was where they were buried and that this was where they'd remain, for now and forever. He'd named them but he'd never told a soul, not because he didn't want anyone to know...But no one had ever asked. Not even Nin.
Tyrus. Jerrin. Kaelo.
Elias had never been very creative, but he knew that names carried weight and that his sons deserved titles that meant something. Even if only to their Father. Maybe it was a little strange to name his children after dead family members but... In a sense it provided Elias with a sense of comfort too, knowing that his little ones would have older counterparts to watch over them. That they would be safe and happy, wherever they were. He would see them again one day, they just had to be patient. Till then Elias had things to do, places to go.
"I'll be back before you know it." He reassured, soft and kind, for their ears only. "So you three ought to behave, watch over your sister for me, please?"