Zander appeared just in front of his alkarite's house to realize that the front door was laid agape - it was rather odd. He walked inside, closing the door behind him, he saw his alkarite on a stool.
"Why is the front door -" he couldn't finish his question, because Aurora suddenly ran to him and hugged him tightly. Zander had no idea what was going on, but he did know that she was sobbing.
"I'm not crazy." he heard her say, barely in a whisper. "Am I crazy?"
"Hey," Zander lifted her face, to look at him. "You are not crazy. Why would you even ask such" he told her soothingly. Aurora buried her face in his chest.
Zander held her tightly, her head fit perfectly under his chin. Aurora clung to him, his embrace was warm, his muscular strong arms seemed like a protective wall around her frail body - a wave of relaxation that was engulfing her. He came at the right time, she has never being so pleased to see anyone, seeing him has brought a deep respite to her.
