Layla hurried into her bedroom, not acknowledging Miria's presence, and made her way to the windows where she began to close the curtains. She tugged on the cloth with such strength that they almost tore off the railing. Miria was seated on the carpeted floor before the hearth with Herr resting unobtrusively on her lap. She had been brushing the cat's fur when Layla stormed into the room.
"What seems to be the matter?" Miria asked, and once Layla was certain that the confinement that was her bedroom could not be compromised—closing the curtains hardly gave any peace in the first place—she turned to face Miria. Miria saw the expression of concern and haste on Layla's face and was more curious than she had ever been before.
"She doesn't remember..." Layla began and Miria asked her to elabo
