Amare had been brooding for an entire day in her quarters in the Kandrian Empire.
Her normally lively amber eyes lost their luster.
Her cheeriness had made way for gloominess.
She remained in a state of sullen sorrow.
Perhaps only the presence of her grandmother patting her head made her feel better. Having reunited with one of her favorite people after all those millennia was certainly a balm for the soul.
The same could be said for Bodhisattva Maitreyi, who had regained a tranquility in her heart after being reunited with her granddaughter. She was willing to take what she could get, and her granddaughter, along with the legacy of the Progenitor inside her, was still someone she found precious and loved.
It was not contingent on the identity of Amare.
She simply loved her.
Amare heaved a deep sigh.
"When are we leaving the Kandrian Empire?"
