"Is it okay to do so?" Nana turned back.
Wendy walked out from behind the curtains and rubbed her head with a smile. "You've already made the decision, isn't it too late to ask me now?"
"Because I don't know if I'm doing the right thing either," she said, pouting her lips. "I'm not as smart as Sister Anna, who can do everything with complete confidence."
"There aren't many people like her to begin with," Wendy said gently. "So just choose the answer you think you won't regret."
Watching the young lady being absorbed in thought, Wendy couldn't help but feel wistful.
She remembered the first time she saw Nana, when Nana was still a naive and innocent lass. Nana would chirp back at birds when she saw them and she would faint upon seeing blood. She couldn't even understand her own problems, let alone worry about others.
