One day before Elara's surprise visit to Carter.
The sea wind rumbled against the cliffs, tugging at Elara's cloak as she threw her arms around her aunt in a tight hug.
Tears filled her eyes. Her aunt Jocelyn was more like a mother to her. She brought her up and loved her like a mother would a child.
"Tsk, tsk. You've grown too soft, Elara," Jocelyn mumbled as she patted her hair down.
Elara sniffled, stepping back. "I missed you so much. I thought—" she paused, shaking her head.
"It's of no use. You're here now. You'll make everything better."
Jocelyn hummed with a smile. "As I always do, don't I?"
Elara nodded, "Aunt Jocelyn— Thank you for coming." Elara whispered, holding her hand tight. "You're the only one who has."
Jocelyn exhaled softly, brushing back Elara's tangled hair. "You don't have to thank me, darling. You're blood. And I always protect what's mine."
