Was she honestly serious? Claux instantly looked at her, and sighed. His body was still exhausted, and healing. Even to the point where his power was locked ina cocoon in which cut his power off. Using it's power to create a barrier around his body. it had wrapped around curved of his body. Almost like an invisible suit. His subconscieous mind had formed this shield in hopes of speeding his recovery up. Right now however that didn't seem to be the case. Claux felt no differently then he had been. So silently turned his head to the side opposite from Laura.
"Honesty I don't really see why that's a problem. Your daughter is someone that has the odd ability to bring someone back from the dead."
Claux let that sit in for a while. Not turning to see the reaction on her face. Not needing to look to see the disgusted look she may have worn. Bring those back from the dead. "How?" She might say. Confused at the young mans words. But no. Claux wouldn't leave her in the dark. So with a monotonic sigh, and the turning of his head Claux spoke in a dryy, and scratchy tone. The cold look in his eyes signalling irratation.
"Before I meet your daughter I was..What you call a vegetable. Yet I could walk, talk, and do as I pleased. Nevertheless I was bored, and angry. Not really understanding what's around me. Seeingt he word in a light that must wouldn't understand. Then their's my father. Have you ever meet him?"
Deep in the forest Claux was. Sitting under an apple tree a few miles from the river. circling, and chaning diretion in an odd zig zag. using the fresh pools of water that he came around to wash his scent away. Not taking the chances of being tracked. So he happly lay on the soft mushy ground, and looked up at the sky. Tryingt o focus. Trying to remember. The only he got was a word, or name for that matter that seemed to have no real meaning.