As if to prove her right, Saraphines whole palm turned to gold and felt stiff instantly. Nicholas stares at his own hand that was just fine and then at Saraphine. He stares at the little kid and saw her already eyes. "Brother, my insides is feeling weird and hard."
Once Saraphine said this, Nicholas with a shaky hand turns to the old woman. "What is happening?"
The old woman did not know how to explain to him for him to fully understand that this was not something they could control.
Nicholas pats her cheek as the little one had already began to cry. "You will be fine. Dont cry." Seeing her cry tore apart his heart in a way he could not bring himself to explain. Nicholas for years he had mastered the act of not caring for others to avoid being emotionally weak and to erase the feeling of attachment that people would normally feel to people they cared about.
