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''Hmm...'' Mom doesn't answer, instead she opts to walk next to him. ''...I'm to cook for another woman?''
Dad's expression manages to mix exasperation and worry. ''Ah!'' She quickly laughs poking him with an elbow, making him grunt. ''This isn't the busy night I wanted, we'll make up for that another time.''
<span class="mu-i">Ugh.</span>
Unfortunately, the faint cough you hear coming from your house dispel the warm atmosphere of reunion. Mom and Dad nod to each other and Canaan walks inside at a brisk pace, already taking off her newly bought backpack.
''I came across Seyraphal doctor in the marketplace.'' You speak before your dad can follow, taking out the precious vial from a pocket. ''It should cure her Rot Lung, though it'll also put her to sleep. Did the girls tell you anything about a pink-haired spirited young lady called Augustine Aurora?'' One good thing about long walks is having the time to think about how to summarize your evening.
It takes him a moment to process. <span class="mu-i">It's so rare for the emotions in his gaze to be genuine surprise.</span>
''Yeah, the blue one did tell me about a doctor.'' His face relaxes into a faint smile, his blue eyes quest upward while a whisper flows out of him ''Coincidence, huh?''
''Perhaps we've been blessed by a Little Fate.'' Unfortunately, more echoing coughs demand action.
''Okay, let's not make her suffer anymore.''
With a decided gait your father walks into the dining room to let the bucket of freshwater rest on the table and gently maneuvers around your mom to get a pair of mugs. You avoid looking into the occupied guest room, the door isn't closed so you can see the two silhouettes of the other women, a pressure inside your chest prevents you from peeking at their misery. You silently follow your dad inside as disturbs them with a knock. ''We have some great news, Seyraphal, Shigeko.''
On the bed was the most exotic individual you've ever seen. A girl, gorgeous and fragile, wracked by her disease coughed into a small towel held by two three-fingered hands of white-covered <span class="mu-i">fuzzy scales?</span> From two equally fuzzy dark-white protuberances on the side of her head were long, silky wings that seemed to meld with her hair, you had no idea where one finished and began, not even the coughs shaking her body dispelled this strange illusion. Two arms nested on each of her shoulders, the way they almost joined together made the distinction difficult. Her eyes... they were dark, deeply dark with two pupils of near glowing red that always fled your gaze.
''Don't strain yourselves, my wife and are daughter here...'' Your dad starts explaining your little journey.
