"Big sister, you seem awfully excited right now." A small black haired young girl said while looking up at Lyra who had a cheeky smile on her face.
Kala was very worried; she had been born like this… with this painful disease that made her lungs brittle like glass.
Usually, every single breath she took in the crisp air of Astelvern felt like inhaling jagged splinters of ice.
All through those agonizing nights of coughing and wheezing, her sister had been there, holding her hand, wiping her brow, and doing whatever it took to keep them fed.
Kala felt very guilty, as most of the time her sister even faked some of her smiles just to keep her spirits up, masking the exhaustion of working odd jobs as well as adventuring but that didn't seem to be the case today.
Not only had her sister brewed some home-made herbs for her… a foul-tasting but miraculously effective paste that made the pain in her chest vanish completely for now, she was also genuinely radiantly excited.
