Reyhan returned to the corridor where Sylphia was waiting. The silver bench beside her, once empty, was now occupied by a young girl—Yurelia Vellmarin.
She was talking energetically, hands moving as if sketching the story in the air, while Sylphia responded with short replies:
"Yeah."
"Seriously?"
"Wow. Cool."
Not a single expression changed on Sylphia's face. She remained unreadable—but she was listening. That was enough to make Reyhan smile.
'You're finally opening up, my dear.'
He gently descended like a breeze.
"My dear, Father's back."
Sylphia glanced sideways, staring blankly at the wind she could only hear.
'Father, why were you gone so long?' Her heart's voice was slightly pouty.
"Sorry. I didn't know it would take that long," Reyhan quickly replied.
'Hmph… fine. As long as you're back now.'
Her sulky tone was adorable, and Reyhan nearly laughed aloud.
Beside her, Yurelia tilted her head in confusion. Sylphia had suddenly fallen silent, as if lost in thought.
