Since practically nobody held them back, the team didn't hesitate to visit the very house which Mirada had grown in. It didn't cost much to spend an hour on this section of the city, because the environment seemed as safe as they had left it.
The brute, short lady was happy to figure out that her house, along with her family was all in one piece. Such an acknowledgment alone felt like a huge win, as the old man who resided within was the only one who welcomed her wholeheartedly.
"I thought you were dead..." Deborak said, just when he saw the younger.
He was Mirada's father, a soft man who was bound to family values and honour. Joy manifested into tears, and countless of them dribbled on his long, blonde and braided beard.
The muscular lad hugged his short child, and whispered. "I can't believe it's you! Where have you been?"
"It's a long story, dad... but I'm happy you're alive too." The blonde little lady answered.
