Her mother held her until her tears quietened and her shoulders stopped shaking. After some time, when she was a little confident she wouldn't burst into uncontrollable tears, she pulled away.
A wet smudge in the shape of a cloud sat around where her head had pressed against her clothes.
"I am sorry," she whispered and tried to wipe off the wet patch.
"No, no. Don't apologize," Azura replied and patted her shoulder. "It's the least I can do."
"I ruined your dress," she mumbled as she moved her hands to her red eyes, wiping her face.
"Ruin it all you want. I have many more that you can equally ruin," she replied with a sad smile.
Maya nodded and slowly tried to move to an upright position, but her hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"I don't think you should move just yet."
"I feel fine," she replied.
"Does anywhere hurt?" Azura asked as she moved her hand to let Maya sit up.
