The morning sun bathed the sanctuary in a warm, golden light as Canna made sure that Mira was well-fed. Her body, though free from scars and wounds thanks to the Verdant Wardens' healing, was still frail and malnourished. Each bite she took was small and tentative, but Canna's gentle encouragement helped her to keep eating.
However, despite her improving physical state, Mira's trust was fragile. When Canna mentioned bringing someone to look after her—Liora, the wife of Vorak and the chief village of the barbarians—Mira clung to Canna with a desperation that made his heart ache.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she shook her head, her small hands gripping tightly onto his arm. "Please... don't leave me," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear. Though she felt no malice from anyone else in the domain, the trauma she had endured made it impossible for her to trust them yet.
