Lyall gave me a cautious look, his sharp gaze scanning the scene before him as the Pope—Cesio—fell to his knees in front of me. His breaths came out uneven, his shoulders trembling, and the white fabric of his blindfold darkened where damp spots bloomed. Tears.
A choked sound left his lips. "Y-You are, aren't you?"
I exhaled slowly, watching him. His entire form quivered as though he were in the presence of something divine. I reached out, my fingers hovering over him for a brief moment before making contact.
"Get up, Your Holiness," I murmured, wrapping my hand around his and pulling him up with ease. "If anyone saw you kneeling like this, it would become a headache for me."
