Now I'm the reason why she might shattered and never be reborn again. Because of my desperation. According to Old Chief.
He turned to the room door, strode towards it. His hand on the handle, he took a deep breath, then twisted.
"Everything alright?" Rhea asked, her gaze eating at the awkward bright smile plastered on his face.
"Yeah. We were talking about your new mark." He brushed his fingers on the edges of the rune, causing Rhea to hiss.
Rhea remained quiet for a while, scrutinising him.
Does he not want to talk about it?
"Can you walk?" He suddenly spoke, his gaze locked on her face.
"Yes, why?" Her expression was blank.
"Want to go for a walk with me?" He proposed.
She nodded, a small smile tugged at her lips.
He picked a coat from a stand close to the bed. Then he offered her his hand as support out of the bed.
If it's that hard to talk about, I hope this walk clears his mind. Rhea though.
