"Where are you hurt?" Arianell asked the small boy sitting on her lap. "It's just a scratch, I will clean it and put a really cute bandage on…"
The child's eyes were set on her as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even when disinfecting his small wound on the knee, he hasn't flinched at all.
There was a huge line forming before Arianell's table, as people came to her with the most trivial things. Kemal, who was the usual celebrity around here and had a blessing power had to accept that his queue was much smaller in size. It was like sick people in the slums were reduced by half since they arrived this morning.
"Priest, are you okay?" The older woman asked. She was sitting before Kemal explaining her symptoms, but his mind was somewhere else.
