Dori was crying in the hallway, her back leaning on the wall, her hands covering her face.
"Hey… what happened?" A young man with blond strands like hers was approaching.
"Oh, ah, nothing. Sorry." She said, drying her tears on her sleeves. "Just missed home." She lied.
The man knew she was lying and, since she was close to Oman's bedroom, he concluded that the evil man probably was the cause for her distress.
"I see. Well, why not some milk with honey?" He asked and her eyes lit up.
"But, isn't that too expensive?" She asked, for honey was no simple item to find or to buy.
"We have our own beekeeping in this estate, so no worries. We have plenty of honey."
"Than, I accept the offer." She said and followed the man.
