Andromeda's interest in Keitha's past was minimal. She speculated that perhaps someone callously tossed the child into the ocean. Regardless, meeting another apostle was a stroke of luck. Andromeda's voice was gentle as she reassured Keitha, her words a soothing balm to his fears. "You don't need to worry anymore, Keitha. You're safe now," she said, her tone firm yet comforting.
Keitha glanced up at her, his eyes wide with gratitude and uncertainty. "Th-thank you, Princess Andromeda," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. The child was awfully afraid.
Andromeda smiled warmly at him. "You're welcome, Keitha," she replied, her expression softening. "Now, do you have somewhere to go? A place to stay?"
Keitha hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "N-no," he admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to the ground.
