"Hey, Mr. Zal…" the young adventurer called me. She kept looking down to the wet grass. Her voice lowed. The grip on her spear tightened.
I looked at her, responding softly, "What?"
"I'm… I'm worried."
"What is it now? Is there something bothering your mind?"
The red-haired girl seemed reluctant at telling. Her mouth wavered whether to speak up or not. Patiently waiting for her to answer, the storm above us slowly reduced to a small rain. Only tiny bits of water showered the earth now. It was then, at last, Tia replied.
"Will… Will Miss Ryza accept me?"
My smile lightened up her glum, "I see. So, that's what you're concerned about, eh?"
She nodded lightly.
"You need not worry about it, Tia. I'm sure Ryza will accept you."
"And what if she wouldn't?"
"Eh?"
