Aaron and Rina returned home by the evening, with another carriage following behind them, full of purchases from the market. The servants carried everything to Rina's room, following Aaron's instructions.
"Brother, now that we're done shopping and I have everything I need, how about you help me decide how to set up my room?" she asked, her eyes bright with excitement.
"I'm not sure I'd be much help with that. Maybe you should ask your mother," he suggested.
Rina pouted. "Since I've been here, not once has my mother come to check on me. She only loves that mute son of hers who, when he does open his mouth, only says bitter things. You know, when I left after arguing with my brother, she didn't even bother to stop me or ask where I was going. Imagine if it wasn't your home I came to—where would I have gone? They just don't care about me. I don't want help from either of them."
"It's not like that. They—"
