Delyth stared at Ryan, waiting for him to say no. But when he stayed silent, she understood what that meant. Her hand, which had been holding Ryan's, dropped as if all the strength had drained from it.
"How can something like this happen to me? Ryan, dance has always been my passion. I had worked so hard for it. How can I lose the only thing I had? I can't, right?" Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Ryan gently reached out to caress her hair, offering her the hope he knew she desperately needed. "Delyth, I know the doctors are saying this, but medical science advances every day. I am sure we will find a way to cure your legs. It's going to be okay."
"Do you really think saying that will help, Ryan? I am telling you, Arwen is behind this. Why won't you believe me? Bring her here and ask her. She will have to confess! How can she do this to me? How can she be so cruel, Ryan?"
