While Kara pondered the cost of restitution, Frank walked to the window and grabbed the only thing that survived.
"All of these things can be replaced with new ones, but not you. That's why," Frank sat by Kara's side and placed Yemon on her lap, "I'm grateful you're safe."
Kara looked at Frank with a flat expression. Her mind was too full. There was no appropriate expression to represent it.
"You're right. The important thing is that I'm safe," she sighed stiffly.
Curling up the corners of his lips, Frank stroked Kara's hair. "So, how do you feel? You really aren't hurt?"
The woman looked down as if she could see the pain. Remembering how she almost met death, her fingers trembled violently again.
"Hey," Frank took her hand gently. "It's okay, Kara. It has passed and I'm here. Nothin
