Don’t cry!
Reyland!
Marian wanted to say all the words at the same time, but no sound could come out from her dry lips.
Instead, she wailed in her mind as she stared weakly up at her giant.
But Reyland was not crying.
He just stared at her with damp, sorrow-filled eyes and a knotted brow.
The silence expanded, then, Reyland inhaled.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed; his voice low.
“What…what for?” she whispered, barely able to form the words.
“Everything that happened to you. To your father. Four years ago, and every day after that,” he replied, his voice heavy.
He had not moved a muscle.
He continued to sit as he had been when she woke, with two fingers resting beside his mouth.
Similar to how he had sat just hours earlier when he had been talking to his father, back at his home i
