Eira's POV
Isla and I sat on the patio of the side home. As the weather was nice and everyone was out, we decided to sit there, alone and away from others.
"So how are you doing these days?" Isla asked, "Any of these five still bully you? If they do, you can let me know. As your doctor I have a right to give them an earful. You don't have to be afraid."
I wasn't afraid, and had never been. The ones who fear dying and have anything to lose, only those are afraid of something.
"They are good with me," I explained.
She hummed. "Seems like you are closer to Raven now."
"I am trying, but I am not that close to him yet," I said honestly. "He is more likely to respect everyone's feelings."
"That's true. But I do feel some change in him," she said, "The way he looks at you when you praise him, it seems meaningful to him."
I wasn't sure if she was just trying to make me feel better, but I loved hearing it. "Do you feel so?"
