"Don't mind him," Jonah said once he was sure that Atticus and Sirona had left. Sirona had given them an exasperated eye-roll, but she had still followed after him, presumably to make sure Atticus didn't drop dead on the way to his office. "He's just worried."
Daphne sighed. "I can't say I blame him after all that I did."
"What?" Jonah frowned in confusion. "No, it's not about Attonson. It's just―"
"It's fine, Jonah." Albeit a little shaky, Daphne still managed a smile. "I get it."
Of course Atticus would be upset at Daphne's behavior. Whenever Daphne recalled how she treated Atticus in the past, pushing him away and refusing to listen to his words, she could only hang her head in guilt. He had tried so many times to protect her, only for her to metaphorically spit in his face.
And now she couldn't even conjure up a tiny flame to keep herself warm. At this rate, she would be nothing better than a burden for Atticus to shoulder.
