Tyr reached out and ruffled Meow's hair, "Two years is actually quite short."
Meow was troubled, "I'm okay with it, but the key issue is you—what if in these two years you meet a girl you like?"
It's a whole two years; who can guarantee what will happen during that time?
Tyr said calmly, "I won't. If I meet someone I like, it should have happened already, not now."
Meow fiddled with her fingers, "Then we..."
"You can think about it some more. When you've made up your mind, you can come to me anytime."
"Alright... I'll think it over for one night and talk to you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright..."
...
Back in her room, Meow lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Knock, knock, someone was at the door.
"Miss, are you asleep? I brought you a glass of milk."
Upon hearing it was Marta, Meow's spirits lifted instantly, thinking Marta could surely give her some good guidance.
Meow sat up, "Marta, come in quickly."
