"Aether, please help my brother. He is in critical condition."
"Hm!?" Aether was confused by her tear-streaked face.
"My brother is going to die." Her tone was serious.
The little girl had been resting on his chest, but Aether gently moved her and laid her down on the bed before standing up.
"First, calm down and explain what happened."
"I... I... I talked with my parents... they... then..." she choked on her words.
"I understand you're in pain, but if you keep crying, I won't know what happened to him. Take a breath, calm yourself… sometimes it's better to be cold and clear, so we can save him." Aether said, looking into her teary eyes.
He wasn't trying to be cruel. In moments like that, emotion could cloud judgment and waste precious time. Tears would not stitch wounds or stop bleeding. only swift, precise action could.
Thus, He needed her words, not her grief.
After hearing his cold voice, Thalia froze for a moment. Then she took a deep breath and calmed herself.
