Dervan flinched when he saw her tears and he shifted uncomfortably on his seat. What in the world was he supposed to say to console her?
"...She wrote you a letter," he started slowly, "before she left."
Alessia paused, then she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "You're terrible at consoling people." She told him, making his lips twitch slightly. When she saw that, she slumped. "Sorry."
"It's fine." Dervan said, letting out a sigh.
"Where's the letter? Can I see it now?"
Dervan shook his head and when Alessia opened her mouth to protest, he held up a hand. "Listen to me carefully. Giving you that letter now, would make you more disoriented than you already are."
Alessia seemed to deflate at his words, but he continued. "And I can't afford that. You at least have to look presentable when I take you to the civil affairs bureau today."
