Fran cautiously stepped closer, her small feet crunching softly on the garden gravel. Her blue eyes were wide, filled with worry, and her head tilted slightly to the side as she studied Dila's pale, fragile form. "Umm… sister, are really! really! okay?" she asked gently, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should reach out or give her space, her tail flicking nervously behind her.
Dila's lips curved into a soft, natural smile as she looked at Fran. "I'm fine, Fran," she said, her voice steady yet faintly warm. "No one has to worry about me." There was a gentle firmness in her tone, almost reassuring, but inside, a storm of conflicting emotions churned. No… I'm not fine. Not at all… she thought, the confession trapped deep within her mind, unspoken yet heavy as stone.
