"Y-you're leaving me?" I looked at Aunt Nezja with widened eyes. "W-why?"
Why? We were having a jolly good time, weren't we? Or was it just me? Did...did she actually feel annoyed facing all of my tantrums? She was, wasn't she? I was so annoying for everyone, but once it was good, I only focused on Natha and--
"Sush," Aunt Nezja held my chin and looked at me sternly as if she could hear my thoughts. I felt Natha's hand on mine and only then did I realize I was trembling and on the verge of crying. "Whatever is in your pretty little head, it's not that."
"...'s not?" I replied dumbly.
"I'm not leaving exactly," her gaze and voice turned softer; she stroked my cheek briefly before retreating her hand and turning his head. "I'm just thinking of retreating to somewhere more...quiet."
I followed her gaze and--oh!
"The Lair?" I perked up, feeling a soothing spring doused my heart. If it was just that far...
