Yarin's POV:
Spil was omnipresent; he said he wouldn't appear before others but would watch me from afar to prevent any danger.
I found that this nature's child was sometimes too straightforward and simple. Helplessly, I said, "Don't be so nervous, buddy. Aunt Carolyn is a good person and is less dangerous than Maxine when she hasn't had lunch."
"I can hear you." Maxine, lying on the sofa pretending to doze off, lazily swayed her silver tail.
It wasn't even noon yet, but Cynthia hurriedly dragged Heller and me to the garden. We sat on the lush green grass, and Cynthia was busy crafting with fresh flowers and long grass while we became her tools for picking flowers.
Heller's vision was gradually recovering, and he could vaguely see the colors of things, but he still couldn't accurately make out the shape of a flower or a blade of grass.
