Before Daniel had massacred the group, Marie had been anxious all the time.
Cecilia, who had been a source of comfort and reassurance, noticed the mix of emotions playing across Marie's features.
With a gentle touch, she reached out and squeezed Marie's hand, offering a warm smile that was meant to soothe the girl's worries.
"Marie, my dear, there's no need to be anxious," Cecilia whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the midst of the chaos.
"Your father, Daniel, he's powerful beyond measure. He'll keep us safe."
Marie's gaze briefly shifted to Cecilia, finding a small measure of solace in her words.
But despite the reassurance, a knot of unease still lingered within her.
Her mother, Mecil, stood amidst the aftermath, her presence an enigmatic mixture of strength and intensity.
Mecil's eyes met Marie's for a brief moment, a silent exchange passing between them.
It was a look filled with reassurance.