Oriana, still sobbing like a child, lifted her head to look at Yorian. "My mother?"
Yorian chuckled, appreciating the beauty of her face, now a bit disheveled. He nodded and gently fixed her hair, which had clung to her sweaty face. "If you're ready to let go of me, we can head over there."
Oriana immediately released him and moved back, showing no embarrassment about holding onto him for so long while shedding tears. Instead, she inquired, "Where is my mother's room?"
"Come with me," Yorian said, holding her hand as he guided her out of her grandfather's room.
Allowing herself to be led, Oriana followed like a child.
