He expected her to stiffen or pull away from his grasp, but instead, she wrapped her small arms around him and inched closer.
Her sobs were buried in the thick fur of his cloak.
They remained like that for a while before she pulled away.
The most important thing was that she was safe.
"I even made her a new shawl." She whispered, wiping at her eyes.
He patted her knee. "She will get it. As long as she is not dead, we will find her. But for now," He rose up and offered her his hand. "You have to eat and take care of yourself so that you would be able to meet her when that time comes."
Yeren didn't know where the words he said were coming from. As far as he knew, children were something to be avoided. But she was different…
She was Claire's sister. And he felt responsible for her.
She took his hand and let him lead her into the house.
As they passed the hallway, the maids rushed out and both curtsied.
"Show us the dining hall and have something light served."
