Alana took in a deep breath, a loud, deep breath, and a satisfying smile formed on her face as a calm settled over her person while her eyes glistened with a mixture of the light from the fire and the tears in her eyes. She sniffled.
"Thank you, Cillian," she said. She brought the ball of light to her eyes, and suddenly, it turned to dust.
"I always knew that I had lingering anger for what you did to me; I never thought it was this overwhelming." She chuckled.
"Same here," Ayra joined in. "My father has always been different with me, and I thought I got used to it and eventually grew unbothered, but hell," she laughed, "I just buried it down."
Fjall nodded his head, roughing up her hair with his fingers. "Sometimes it's good to unearth some buried emotions." He looked over at Alana. "We should do this again."
"No, thank you," Cillian and Freya said at once.