That soaking wet young girl shivered, her lips darkened at freezing temperature and her mouth and hands trembled while speaking. With that condition it was clear that she had been squatting in her place for quite a long time; her awful condition rendered Luna with sympathy and pity.
"Come with me," she invited her to get inside the mansion, something which might cause confrontation between her and her mother in law but for the sake of humanity, she didn't care.
Luna tilted her umbrella to roof her, yet she refused; that umbrella was too small for them to be together standing under its canopy.
"You can use the umbrella, Ms. I have been bedraggled after all."
Tottering, that long haired girl, timidly, waded down the watery path toward the gateway with the puddles sinking her slippers. She slung her bag on her fragile shoulder while her sight didn't break from her feet.
