Mary bit back a sob, listening attentively to the old fairy's words. it was simple advice, the simplest one can get… yet he was completely right about this. No matter how damaged and hurt they are… they are adults.
Misguided pity clouded the view ahead, how she viewed Kyrie… the pressure on her lip expanded, it hurt but still not enough to draw blood.
"You are right… thanks for the advice, Mister. I… I am such an idiot at times… Thank you for taking care of Kyrie and… helping us. Sincerely, thank you."
She got up and walked towards the door, exiting the room with hasty steps, his words echoed in her brain. Hammering it as if it is a nail.
(...)
Kyrie woke up. He rose and sat on the bed, the golden orb closer to his chest. Yraka was on the edge of the table, while the chair was away from it. He sighed. "What did you say to Mary? I woke up after she opened the door."
