But this same beauty was hidden beneath layers of unfading grief. Her once bright eyes were absent, as if unable to reflect the world's colors aside from gray. Even the lively cat he had brought her remained silent between her trembling fingers, giving the impression that it knew what had happened and wanted to let her owner overcome her sorrow.
He sighed. Ever since Adam had disappeared, the most cheerful person he had ever known had fallen into a profound mutism. She reacted to his words, though. She even moved to the council room to listen to critical planning. But the gloomy atmosphere surrounding her like a murky aura, worse than when she was a banshee, worried him.
Even if he knew it was useless, he walked to her and patted her shoulder gently. "Hey, Nova. We don't see each other anymore, but I hope you'll recover soon." His lips twisted. "I mean, you're an important big sister to me."
