Thersia attempted to conceal her sorrow following Luka's mother's departure, but it lingered like a shadow, affecting her mood. The woman's disapproval weighed heavily on her, with her harsh words replaying in Thersia's thoughts. She attempted to occupy herself with work and hobbies, but nothing could dispel the cloud of depression hanging over her.
Luka quickly noticed the shift in Thersia's mood. Her laughter, which had started to come back, now seemed to be missing. Moving through the house with a sense of quiet acceptance, her eyes lacked their usual sparkle and her smiles appeared forced. It pained Luka to witness her in such a state.
One night, following a notably quiet dinner, Luka reached out across the table and gently grasped Thersia's hand.
"Thersia," he spoke gently,
