#Chapter237
/"You're different, no?/" She clicked her tongue softly, muttering something in her mother tongue. /"When you were here last, you were different. Chaos in a decanter. You've been weathered, no?/"
/"Weathered?/" Ronan frowned deeply. He wasn't keeping up, and beneath her gaze, he felt like a child. Like a dumb kid that wasn't catching on to what the rest of the class had already clocked onto.
/"Hardened./" She lifted a finger, wagging it towards him. /"That is good. Before, you were petals in a breeze. That not good. That not do. No, no. Now there is a maybe./"
/"Now there is a maybe?/" Ronan echoed in a sinking whisper. Why did that make his stomach plummet?
/"Hmm./" She gave a curt nod. /"If you tried to hold him down before, it would have failed- untended, energia is only energia. I did not think much of you. No, no. Spoilt. Loud. No dirt behind your nails. Too pampered for this world./"
