[ Elda Marker wishes that she could justify demanding the boy to stay with her, or that he could come and ask. But of course he never would. After all, he ran away from all of this. From them. From her. Besides, right now, she's too hurt to even offer. She does follow him to the door, and once he's at the door to leave, she nods.
And he reaches out to brush a hand on his shoulder. ]
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And he reaches out to brush a hand on his shoulder. ]
Be safe, Silver.