Aris sat on the bench in the garden of the Holy Nation with Yur sitting on her lap. Aris hugged Yur so tightly as she stared at the distance with a blank gaze. Yur wanted to break the silence, but Yur couldn't find a topic to talk about.
"Lady Aris? Are you okay?" Yur looked up at Aris with a frown on Yur's face.
Aris didn't answer, she kept staring at the distance and didn't move a muscle. Yur was getting worried and slowly grabbed Aris' arms around Yur's tiny body. Aris blinked and slowly looked down at Yur, looking at the worried expression on Yur's face.
"Are we not done here? Should we go back to Rasmus?" Yur asked, holding Aris' arms with Yur's tiny hands.
"No..." Aris muttered, shaking her head and staring into Yur's eyes. "I don't want to go yet. I haven't found the answer I'm looking for," she added as she looked at the distance again at the city.
