As soon as the pirate left, a plaintive wail burst at the other end of the hold.
"Abigail?! Are you okay?" I asked, and I bit my lower lip.
The crying continued for some more time until it turned into loud sobs and finally ended up in sniffles.
I decided not to call her again, giving her the time she needed to calm down. I assumed she would speak when she wished.
Even if she decided not to talk to us, I wouldn't longer insist; I would leave her alone, or instead to her misery, but only temporarily.
My dolor for this girl was so great that I felt my eyes watering.
She was going through something terrible that an ordinary human mind could not reach.
At least my mind could ever catch such a thing.
I realized that for so many years, I lived in my world, protected first under the princess's crown in the castle and then as a passenger on Carter's ship. And I never felt any threat on that ship.
