Anastasia gently patted Tamasya's back as the girl continued sobbing without pause, her shoulders trembling under the weight of emotions.
While Anastasia was a contrast, she cried but did not make any sound; her cries were suppressed and silent, and only the moisture in her eyes could tell if she was sobbing.
"It's alright, Tamasya. At least we got to meet in the end, and that alone is enough for me after everything that has happened to us," Anastasia said in a soft voice that carried warmth and resignation. She had already accepted the fate that awaited her.
"But now you must leave, because this place is not meant for you, and I know someone who can help you escape before it is too late."
Tamasya slowly straightened herself, she wiped her tears with trembling hands, and then she shook her head firmly rejecting the idea that had just been placed before her.
