~Chapter 180~
"I'm sorry," Fon apologized again, fighting back another wave of tears.
"I know. And you can stop apologizing," Mae replied, entering further into the waiting room.
The ceiling and walls were plastered and painted in a calming grey hue, and a large, comfortable looking couch sat along the left and far wall, the fabric of the cushions hosting a similar hue. Light stones sat in decorate braziers that hung from corners of the ceiling, and a heat ring occupied the center, hanging over the low round wooden table, where a tea set and tray of snacks were waiting undisturbed.
"Fon, Nimaro confirmed that you had nothing to do with Iozin's choices," Mae continued, speaking as clear and soothing as she was capable. "It doesn't matter that he got the information from you. You had no way of knowing what he was going to do with it, or why he even wanted it. I trust in Nimaro completely, and he knows you are innocent in this, ergo, so do I."
