"Amos, I need a place to put my stuff so that my family won't confiscate it as soon as I come back to the residence," Geraldine sighs as she sips her cup of hot tea.
"You know that you're always welcome here," Amos chuckled as he took out the cookies from the oven.
"Thank you. I always know that this is my safe home." Geraldine's body relaxed because of Amos presence that she knows that there's someone out there that she can lean on.
"You look unwell Amos," She looked at him from top to bottom to observed his movement as well as his appearance.
"Ah, old age," Amos grunts as he sits down on the chair and put his cane on the side.
Without a word, Geraldine reach for his hand, "Mabaho itlog mo mag hugas ka naman." She used her powers to heal him even a little.
"You don't have to. I'm already old and might die soon so don't waste your mana on me," Amos smiled and patted her shoulder.
