What Garrik had mistaken for rage was actually Ryla's own fear. She was scared of what Meln could do to her child just to lure Lith into a trap, and terrified of being the cause of her baby boy's ruin.
'I softened the truth about how precarious Garrik's condition is for all this time because I wanted him to play and live carefree like a normal child instead of living in fear of taking one step too far from home.
'I kept him unaware because I thought it was best for him. Yet if Garrik ruins his future because of me, I would never forgive myself.' She thought.
"I'm not mad at you, my baby." She actually replied, hugging Garrik tight. "I just want you to take this situation seriously. This isn't one of your games. There is no do-over if something goes wrong. Do you understand?"
The question was the same as before, yet somehow Ryla's now calm voice made it much scarier.
"Yes, Mom." Garrik nodded. "I promise I won't leave the house until Auntie Salaark returns for any reason."
