"What happened, kiddo?" Arin asked, watching Auriya's expression. "You're not happy with my decision!"
"I trust you, Melethron!" Auriya replied with a forced smile. "If you have decided something for me, you must have done it for my good!"
Arin knelt down and gently grabbed her hands.
"Don't talk like that, dear. Tell me, please! I don't want to do anything that makes my little sister sad."
Auriya suddenly hugged him tightly with desperate grip, "I… I've never stayed away from my brother before!"
Ragna placed a comforting hand on Arin's shoulder, offering a silent nod—her way of assuring him that she would handle the situation.
Ragna strode toward the Ogres exuding her commanding presence.
"I understand how difficult it is for you all to trust a stranger, especially an undead.
If that undead asks you to send the most promising children of your next generation, it would be even more frightening.
I don't deny that. I get it."
