Nesta startled when she felt Lucianna's touch on her arm, her tearful gaze turning towards the witch. For a moment, their eyes locked – Nesta's filled with a tumultuous storm, Lucianna's holding a quiet understanding. Without a word, Lucianna gently guided Nesta away from the prying eyes of the camp and towards a quieter corner.
As the tears continued to fall, Lucianna began a soft incantation, her voice a soothing melody in the midst of Nesta's chaos. A gentle magic flowed from her, an enchantment designed to calm the storm within. Nesta's sobs subsided, her breathing steadying as if the magic was untangling the knots of anguish that had gripped her heart.
When the tears finally ceased, Nesta's gaze met Lucianna's once more. She was shocked – she hadn't expected the tears to stop so suddenly, as if they were bound by the witch's spell. Nesta's voice trembled as she finally spoke, her vulnerability exposed. "What... what just happened?"
