Trust

After the story was told, Demlemoth leaned back in his chair, "I am asking you to trust me in my ability to protect us all no matter what happens in the future. Can you try?"

Eira wiped the tears from her eyes, though her face was still wet. Her tea was cold, and the crisp was hardened. She had not eaten or drunk a small bit. She stood up, running over to Demlemoth and hugging him tightly. "Aye, I can try."

Demlemoth wrapped his arms around Eira to give her comfort. "Thank you. That means a lot to me."

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