The three Virellano girls were still filled with anxiety as they clung to their mother. Even Vianna, who had acted quite bravely earlier that morning, couldn't deny how nerve-racking the whole ordeal had been. Their embrace was so tight it was as if they refused to let go. Their bodies—especially Aurielle's—were still trembling slightly, and their breaths had yet to return to normal after everything that had happened.
"Calm down, calm down. Everything's fine now," Sandra whispered in a soothing tone, though her own anxiety was just as heavy as her daughters.
Her eyes were still a little swollen from crying earlier inside the bunker. Her voice quivered faintly as her hand stroked Aurielle's hair and Clarista's back in turn, as though she was trying to transfer a sense of safety she hadn't yet found for herself.
"Are you alright?" Edward asked David, his voice deep and steady, though the thin layer of worry underneath couldn't be hidden.
