They occasionally met with just a fleeting glance; he was so busy he didn't even have time to hold her.
Tara felt sorry for him. Since coming to Edivana, Liam Yancey hadn't had more than two full nights of sleep.
He stole moments to rest. Sometimes only half an hour, other times two or three hours.
Yet, even a body of iron let alone gold would not withstand this for long!
Although Tara was worried, she could only endure it, for she understood the importance of the situation.
All she could do was wait. Wait until the end when she would ensure he stayed in bed. He wouldn't be allowed to get up until he had slept for three days and three nights...
Waiting was a long process. The week felt like a year to Tara. The funeral was finally over, leaving her muscles rigid with tension, she had even lost her ability to smile.
Old Mr. and Mrs. Yancey naturally knew their son was overworked, thus, following the funeral, they allowed them to return to Night City.
