Later after discussing how to get the tear and then lure Irwin to use his body for creating the weapon Alyan, Zaria and Amber, all of them returned home. She was hesitant, to pass through their market feeling glares from the market upon her calling her a murderer.
She was timid, hands trembling in tension. Opening her mouth to speak something but no words came out, there was no consolation which could undo her deed, even if it was unintentional but what’s lost can never be regained again.
“It’s okay.” Alyan said in a low soft tone, holding her freezing hands in his warm ones, “Yeah.” Zaria smiled, patting her back as they bought some groceries. “Do you know how to cook, Amber?” Alyan asked, holding vegetables in his bag, “No.” She shook her head. “Don’t worry, our Alyan’s cooking is exq
