Ane looked at me for a moment, and I saw a glint of sadness in her eyes. "My brother has gone, and my parents have, too."
"Not even one?" I asked to be sure.
"Em, I lived in a conflict area. The reason I came here was because there's nowhere else I could go" I knew it was tough, but judging by her expression as she spoke, it seemed like she was good enough to get through it all.
I looked at her, feeling pity. "How did you meet Azalea?"
Ane told me that she lived in a conflict area, and so many people had moved out to another safer place. The last time before she came here, she and her family had to live in a bunker for four years. They would go out clandestinely, every day, just to pick up the food that was left in the shops or to make ends meet. "I met lord Naar then. He was helping some people, so I asked him to help bury my dead brother, because neither my mother nor I could lift his heavy body."
