Lara hesitated for a moment before speaking. "There is one more thing, Grandpa. I asked a seamstress to make some clothes and a backpack for me. I will return there in three days to pick them up."
Reya's face was shrouded with gloom, the subtle sparkle in her eyes fading like a candle extinguished by the wind. Her Miss had sought out a seamstress to craft garments for her. Did that mean the clothes she had so carefully made were not to Lara's liking? Had she failed her?
Lara caught the fleeting sadness in Reya's face and reached out, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, what are you thinking? Of course, the clothes that you made for me are still the best. It is just that the family I met in the village is struggling, and they are pitiful. I wanted to help them in a way that wouldn't feel like charity. I paid them for their effort so they wouldn't see it as mere pity." Lara explained.
