Mira stopped moving as her nostalgia filled her, she could remember the days when I would lay like this on her lap as she patted my head and talked all about her adventures and the beauty of magic, those were truly happier and simpler times, I didn't let Mira be alone for long as I started to speak
"Aunt back then we used to lay like this as you comforted me after father died, it was you that was there for me, mother was heartbroken, while Nora was retreating into her shell, while Elda was a child that hadn't understood the significance of what had taken place"
As I spoke I continued to pat Mira's head as many complex feelings of mine passed to Mira, 'gratitude', 'nostalgia' and deep 'love' all of it flooded Mira making her mind relaxed and complex at the same time, I didn't give her time as I continued
