Fiora felt warmth spreading through her chest. Back then, she had saved Valeo because she wanted protection from the tribe leader.
But she was still only an ordinary human. Deep down, she had hoped Valeo, or someone at least, would feel grateful toward her.
She never expected the first person to thank her would be Shaman Zelka, the woman she once thought narrow-minded.
"Before you arrived here, there hadn't been laughter in this tribe for years," Shaman Zelka said. "But you came and saved this tribe, child. You gave everyone hope. As an elder, of course I'll give my blessing to your marriage with Valeo."
At last, Fiora smiled sincerely. Her hard work had truly been acknowledged.
The old woman and the young woman exchanged sincere smiles.
Shaman Zelka gently patted the back of Fiora's hand. "And I'm sorry for never coming out to meet you. I'm already too old, and it's difficult for me to walk too far anymore. Cough… cough…"
