"Are you going to see the psychosomatic therapist today? I'm free for the whole day." Noah walked with Eleanor as she exited the hospital. It was already past ten in the morning, and yet it was still early enough to get another appointment done if she's lucky.
"I… want to do it tomorrow instead." Eleanor sighed before looking up at Noah and reaching out her hand to cup his face. "You've grown. Though your face seemed to remain young, everything else has matured. Didn't Richard tell you anything about… a deal… I made with Randy?"
She recalled her hand and only waited for Noah's answer.
The witch only nodded, but he started walking ahead towards his bike. "He did say something about you selling me to the Connors, but nothing much happened after that. After you cut ties with me, I only depended on myself to survive. I don't have much of a relationship with them.
"Even if Richard would beg me today, it will just be a mission to me."
