(Rigel)
With a lot of difficulty and requests, I fed Amaia.
"Why don't we consult someone? Someone who has done it or at least knows." I rub her back, our grieved eyes remain on Saiph.
"Who?" She takes his hand in hers, placing her lips against the back of it.
That's where I am stumped. I have been locked up for so long that I don't know anyone who will have any knowledge of this. If only my mother were here.
A rush of tenderness seeps into my heart. Like a gentle whisper of wind grazing against my skin.
Mom?
Is she here?
I stiffen. My senses become alert.
"Rigel!" Amaia concernedly asks, sensing the change in me.
I hear her soft cries and I know my mom is standing outside the room.
In a split second, I am by the door, snatching it open.
Her unique scent, all warm and motherly-welcomes me.
My frantic eyes find her, hysterically sobbing in Alnitak's arms. He is apologetically mumbling to her. Tears were falling like a stream from his eyes.
