"Dad, eww! Stop!" Quylla said, her eyes wet with tears.
She didn't know whether it was the joy for having a new sister, the relief for her mother's safety, or her pregnancy, but she cried a lot. Often for silly reasons if not for none at all.
"Let them be, Quylla." Friya handed her a handkerchief. "After everything our family has gone through, we deserve a bit of happiness."
"Speaking of happiness, I can't believe you are finally getting married, Friya." Quylla sobbed, now with joy. "I was so scared you would die alone."
"Way to jinx it, sis." Friya patted her back to calm her down and offered Quylla a bowl of ice cream.
"Gods, this is so good." Quylla cried harder. "What did I do to deserve a sister like you? I'm sorry for what I said earlier."
"Help!" Friya yelled while her sister covered her in snot, tears, and spilled ice cream. "Somebody! Anybody! Help!"
"Don't yell like that!" Orion rebuked her. "You could scare your little sister and your mother is trying to rest."
