The little girl broke the silence as she bashfully said, "Um, thank you!" she bowed.
The atmosphere seemed to soften as the little girl's voice cut through the lingering tension. Her words were simple, yet they held a profound weight that resonated with those around her. Lyon's gaze shifted from the distant horizon to the girl before him, his expression warm and reassuring.
A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her bow, her cheeks slightly flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. "You're welcome," Lyon replied, his voice carrying a soothing undertone. "You showed remarkable courage."
Cecile, who had been standing nearby, crouched down to the girl's eye level. A playful glint danced in her eyes as she spoke, "Facing a charging hellboar is no small feat. You should be proud of yourself."
