Esme's POV
Still within my hold, Sora kept crying and it took a lot of hugging through an aching heart to get him to calm down. I wondered how long our separation had been for him.
He still clung to my shirt. He was really like a kid. At least he remembered me after being reborn which was something I had worried about.
I glanced around for Eidrin, and found him standing at the wall, with a faint smile on his lips. He must've missed him too.
Sylin should be stable now if he brought back Sora. I would want to hope so. We barely spoke after he saved me from Grandus' trove of riches.
I would pray that it wasn't because he was trying to return Sora to me. He still needed to rest. A satisfied sigh left me, and I forced myself off the ground.
Sofa quickly rose up with me, his two hands still holding my left arm. "We should return to the Haven now, so Sora can rest—"
