Grandma nodded understandingly and her anxious expression relaxed a bit. Then, changing the topic, she asked Clara, "What did Mateo say? He said you were dying, and he rushed to the mountains to find herbs for you. It's not that dangerous, is it? What if something happens?"
Clara was shocked and worried. She remembered the last time Mateo came back covered in wounds. This time... it was all her fault! "Grandma! I didn't tell him! He doesn't know yet."
"Oh dear! You child! Really." Grandma wanted to scold Clara, but seeing her panicked expression, she sighed and said, "Mateo is my grandson. The children of our family are extraordinary. It's okay. Ah! You youngsters, really. Once something is lost, it can never be regained." Grandma seemed to recall something, and her expression became more desolate.
