Ophis stared at the door for a long moment after Raphael left.
She could actually see... truly see, that Raphael was hurt far more than she had let show on the outside.
Her lips pursed, her face turned into a frown as she clenched her small fists. She couldn't just stand there doing nothing. With determined steps, she walked toward Leo's room, her expression set with a seriousness.
Thud!
She pushed the door open, blurting before she could stop herself. "Little boy! You have some nerve to talk back—"
But her voice faltered.
Leo sat on the chair in the corner of his room, hunched forward, his fists pressed against his knees. His eyes were shut tight, his body trembling as silent tears slipped down his face.
He wasn't shouting, wasn't fighting... he was just crying quietly, as though he didn't want the world to hear.
