"Careful, come. Slowly." Gerald muttered while guiding Theodora inside the cottage and helping her to sit down on the mat that was sprawled on the ground.
His shoulder was still in pain, but he wasn't worried about his wound. He recalled Sylvia's words.
She had gifted him with the powers of healing. He knew his wound would recover in some time. But what he worried about was the safety of his child.
Theodora was sweating profusely, and her breaths came faster and shorter as she struggled to calm down.
Her situation panicked Gerald. He searched for water, but there was none. He bite down his pain and began wiping her face with the sleeve of his shirt.
Filch was watching everything with concern, but his heart went to Bertha. God knew what she was doing then!
"Theodora, Theodora please stop crying, Theodora." Gerald tried to calm her. "Look, I am here. I will protect you Theodora, I promise!"
