It's getting late
As John sat beside his fallen mother, his murmurs carried a weight of grief and sorrow that echoed through the cavernous chamber. With each whispered word, his voice cracked with emotion, his anguish palpable in the air around him.
Seeing him in such distress, Priya approached with gentle steps, her heart heavy with empathy for her friend in need. She knelt beside him, offering him the solace of her presence and the warmth of her compassion, her hand reaching out to touch his trembling shoulder.
"John,"
she said softly, her voice a soothing balm against the raw edges of his pain.
"We're here for you. You're not alone. Just don't be sad, we will call Phoenix or Scarmerine for help. They will bring her back."