“Nabel?” The first time, she had been surprised, and had looked around him.
Since she had once told him that he could leave whenever he wanted to leave, she had truly been alarmed the first time she had found him gone. It had felt like her heart would beat out of her chest. Even though she knew that she could not keep Nabel with her there forever.
Although they had not known each other long, in that household where she had nothing but enemies, he had become, like Ryne, a precious person on whom she could rely.
Nabel, who was standing next to her, was growing noticeably taller. The young boy was growing more and more unrecognisable by the day. Although no more than a few months had passed since they had met, he was about a hand’s span taller.
“It’s just that it feels strange when someone who’s younger than you gets taller than you,” she said lightly. “Since you’re growing up so fast, I’m sure you’ll be taller than me some day.”
Nabel eyed her. He replied quietly, “You’ll still always be the older one.”
Even though I know exactly what will happen to Nabel if I get dragged off to the temple.
Still, Ronee could not easily let him go. With just one more person in that desolate house that she could talk with, she had felt like she had been able to rest these past few months.
Perhaps he was always light-footed, she thought, and one day she happened to notice the countless results of his training underneath the thick bandages on his wrists.
“Don’t overdo it.”
When she said things like that, Nabel’s ocean eyes grew even darker. As soon as his gaze met hers, he briefly dipped his head.
His gaze was certainly not meek. Just like the time when he had listened to her words and endured a moment of humiliation, he had the aura of a young beast keeping its head down while it waited for its chance to strike.