"I just said Freya has been attacked," Zavian repeated. "Whatever is out there is still there, and it's not safe." He spoke with concern in his eyes;
"Is it ever going to be safe, Zavian?"
His name lacked the love-infused way she used to pronounce it. It sounded like a pain in her mouth, something she wanted out of her body.
"It's only for your own good," Zavian said softly.
Neera sighed. She looked around the room, and if in search of something. When her eyes returned back to meet Zavian's, they were the same two empty orbs.
"Have you ever owned a potted plant in here?" Neera asked, taking Zavian by surprise.
"No."
