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  Sebas looked at the girl with a smile upon his face as she finished the food he had brought. It was rather wholesome, to see this girl as thin as a twig eat her fill. It almost made him forget why she was like this in the first pce.

  “Now that you’re done,” he said and grabbed the wooden pte from her p, “I’d like to ask your name? if I may be so bold, if it’s alright?” he asked, his tone humorous, as well as a bit gentle.

  It was then the he heard it, her tears. He looked upon her face and noticed them just as they formed. The tears rolled down her face as if to drown her. Next came her sobs, loud and brash they came from her little lungs.

  As her sobbing voice reached his ears, he gently shook his head. He pulled from his coat, his handkerchief, and used it to wipe the corners of her eyes. She stopped then, as if in wonder at his actions.

  “We can’t have any of that now, can we?” he said, and she looked up at him, “Here, take it. I have no need of it,” he then gave her his handkerchief, her dainty hands gently grabbing it with her thin fingers.

  “But it’s so clean,” she said, her voice trembling, “I can’t use this,” she then offered it back as her tears began to fall again.

  He quietly tutted and shook his head no. Then, gingerly grabbed it from her hands and used it once more to wipe her face. She looked at this, and didn’t move. Her trauma preventing her to do so.

  “An unused handkerchief is a thing to cry over. After all, it exists solely to drey our tears so we can keep moving forward,” he said, his tone gentlemanly.

  He then gave it back to her, and she took it once more and held it to her chest. Then, as if the dam had broken, she began to ball out her emotions once more. There was no lead up, she was simply clean one moment, and covered in tears and snot the next.

  She leaned on the man, her face buried in his broad chest. He let her lean on him, letting her tears soke his chest. To him, this was the best action that he could took, as of this moment. The young girl kept on sobbing in her chest. All the while her gently patted her back.

  “Why!? After all that time, they kept on abusing me! I begged them to stop, I pleaded, but they didn’t! They just kept on going, and going, and going!” she screamed into his chest.

  He let her do this, for the next hour or so, she did this. Her anguish was pin to see to all who would look upon this. Soon after this, though, she stopped. Her tear ducts dry as they could get from all of this. She pried herself off of his chest, and leaned back in the bed.

  She looked at him as he wiped away all the snot and tears and whatever else clung to his front effortlessly. It was as if he made a habit of saving girls in trouble, like a knight in shining armor. He was her knight in shining armor in this instance.

  “I’m sorry for all of this,” she mumbled out, but he simply shook his head and wiped away all the gunk anyway.

  She then took the handkerchief that he had just given her, and wiped away all of the gunk still coating her own face. after several minutes of this, he finally spoke once more. His voice surprisingly calmed her down more than she would have thought.

  “If you don’t mind me asking, what is your name? I myself have been gifted with the name Sebas tian,” he said, earning a chuckle from the girl.

  She then answered. Her voice was light as she thought about the slight silliness of her savior’s names. Surely, he realized that it was just the name Sebastian broken up? He didn’t seem to, on closer inspection.

  “My name is Tuareninya Veyron, Mr. Sebas,” she said, her mind reaching for her name which hadn’t been spoken in a very long time.

  It was then that her mind came to a screeching halt. Her name, her which hadn’t been spoken of in a very long time, was shared by one other. It was her sister, Ninya Veyron.

  She sucked in a breath, her mind stuttering at the thought of her sister. What had happened to her? Sebas noticed this of course, and leaned forward with a question coming from his lips. His voice snapped the girl out of her troubling thoughts.

  “Are you quite alright? Do you need something else, or have I troubled you in anyway?” he asked like the gentleman he was, yet she shook her head no.

  “No, I simply remembered my sister, Ninya,” she said, and that earned a raised brow from Sebas.

  He ad of course met the short girl. She had actually moved to Carne vilge and was actually a member of the local clergy that had sprung up. He was also pretty sure that it had sprung up before his mistress had enacted that pns to spread her faith around. So that meant that the girl had joined even before she was told to. She had his respect.

  “Is she brown of hair, and rather androgynous? As if she could pass for a boy if she covered her chest?” he asked, earning a shocked look from the girl.

  “Yes, that would be her. Have you seen her? I’ve been hoping that she hasn’t been snatched by any of the nobility. They’ve done nothing but horrible things to me and my sister before. Please, tell me where she is,” she pleaded, and Sebas held up a hand to her advancing form.

  Tuare hadn’t even realized it, et she had gotten up from the bed, and nearly lunged at her benefactor. Her legs were under her, as if she had crawled over to him on the bed, to which she had actually done. Her hands were in front of herself, like she had pnned on grabbing him, that was actually involuntary.

  “My apologies,” she mumbled as she sank back into the bed then looked back up to Sebas, “It’s just that you described my sister perfectly.”

  Sebas nodded his head, and put a hand to his chin. He thought for only a minute, before a decision formed in his head. He got up, and spoke; his tone serious, yet light.

  “I believe that I know of her. In fact, I am pretty sure that I could have her here by the end of the day. Of course, I would have to ask my mistress Miss Ninya’s time. She has become rather busy as of te. Yet, I believe that I could get her here anyway,” Sebas said, earning an excited head nod from the young woman on the bed.

  “Yes, please do so!” she shouted excitedly, her joy filling the air so much so that you could cut it with a knife.

  Sebas nodded his head, and excused himself. Leaving the happy girl smiling on the bed. As he left the room, he saw Solution standing in front of door. One of her brows was tilted up, earning a smile from the dragonoid.

  “It appears that saving her was the right thing. She seems to be young Ninya’s older sister,” he said, getting an exasperated sigh from the battle maid as a response.

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