"Mom, dad," Yae weakly called out as she slowly opened her eyes.
"How are you feeling?" I reached out to her and touched her hand. The moment our skins touched, she turned towards me, and tears started flowing in her eyes.
"I— I was so scared," she cried as she hugged me from her bed. I could feel the emotions welling up inside her, a mix of relief and vulnerability that spoke volumes about the ordeal she had been through.
"Just cry it all out," I whispered to her, my hand gently stroking her hair, while letting her cry to her heart's content.
"We will give you two some space," her mother spoke up, and gestured for the others to leave the room.
The door closed behind them, leaving Yae and me in a quiet moment amid the echoes of her cries.
"Can you remember anything?" I inquired, curious to know if she retained any memories of the dream world I had created for her.
She replied after calming herself down.
