The following day, under the sun of Lutia and surrounded by the familiarity of her home, Elina had a much better look.
Everyone did their best to spend time with her and shower her with attention.
"Being kidnapped from time to time is not too bad if it means enjoying your company like this." Elina chuckled, giving her children a radiant smile that only made them feel more guilty.
She noticed the gloomy expression on everyone's face and realized that no one but her had taken the joke for what it was.
"Seriously, lighten up. I'm right here. Stop acting like I'm dead and this is my funeral."
"I'm sorry, Mom!" Tista rushed to Elina and embraced her.
"Sorry for what?" She was flabbergasted.
"For disappointing you." Tista sniffled. "I promise you I'll marry soon. You can't die until I give you ten grandchildren."
