"I'm hungry." Tamara mumbled as Cyrus carefully placed her on the chair next to the fire place.
"You'll be eating soon." He held her ankle to see the stabbed area. It was deep and disgustingly dry. He scoffed in astonishment, remembering how swiftly she was running earlier. Did she not feel the pain?
"Does it hurt?"
"Hmm mm. It does." He sighed softly and patted her head as she nodded eagerly.
"Why don't you cry then?"
"Crying didn't bring mama back." The little girl replied with an innocent face, but her voice was filled with sadness.
Cyrus sighed. She'd felt pain worse than being stabbed by a statkus mage.
How remorseful.
He stepped away from the little girl, out of the sitting room, and when he returned, he had the antidote, which he presented to her and she curiously accepted.
"Eat." He replied firmly, and she put it in her mouth, clutching her face in disgust at the sour flavor.
