In the chilling winter air, Hyperion held Talia's hand, seemingly trying to share some warmth with her.
"Talia, why don't you go home first? I'll have Lanci drop me off at the Boss Cat Restaurant later."
Hyperion looked at Talia, speaking in a gentle and considerate manner.
She could sense that Talia didn't want to watch the ongoing match anymore.
Although she didn't know the reason, Hyperion would not pester someone when they may be troubled.
"Alright, I'll wait at home for you for dinner."
Talia nodded, released Hyperion's hand, and rose up to swiftly leave the walkway.
Watching Talia's figure disappear, Hyperion let out a breath of relief, possibly of consolation, possibly of admiration.
"If only I had a mother like this from the beginning..."
Hyperion lowered her eyelids, whispering to herself silently.
Then, shaking her head, Hyperion once again turned her attention to the ongoing battle.
