Quiet sounds of sobbing were akin to a roar of a waterfall in Eve's ears. Celina brought Xia closer, in a hug that didn't look like that of a friend or a lover, but was most reminiscent of a mother's embrace. Xia's head leaned on her chest as Celina soothed her with the caress of her palm on Xia's hair and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
Eve turned away, her eyes locked on one of the candlelights that stood on the table. In a corner of her eye she could still see Xia's and Celina's huddled frames, and did her best to not think about it. The sight brought too much chaos into her emotions, and the thread that connected her to the cold logic that had always been Eve's saviour was strung tight enough to tremble.
