From a distance, Gilas stood by as he witnessed Gideon and Freya interacting with one another. Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy sigh. It had been a week now since he last visited his mother, and he was starting to get more worried by the day upon seeing how her condition had worsened since the last time he saw her.
Begrudgingly, he balled his hands into a fist, no longer bothered with how his hands bled the tighter he held them. Unfortunately, Freya was now his only way to see his mother, and he had no other choice than to see it done. Calming himself down, he let out another sigh before walking down towards the two, who seemed to be bickering about even now.
"Good morning," Gilas politely greeted, making his presence known.
"Lord Gilas," Freya gave him her curtly nod.
"Gideon…" he greeted in turn.
"Gilas…" the man exchanged his courtesies.
