Ple-Sen
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Linnea listened intently to Ifeon’s story about the hardships he and his mother had endured. The girl even felt a little guilty, as her own life had been free of such tragedies. The young man’s voice was filled with bitterness and long-suppressed irritation – a stark contrast to his usual, rather restrained, manner of expression. And when the story was finished, Neya wasn’t even sure what to say. This was perhaps the first time in her life that someone had been so open with her.
“I see that you and your mother have had a difficult time,” the Reimi said in a sympathetic voice. “To be honest, this is probably the first time someone has spoken to me so openly, so it’s a little difficult for me to find the right words. First, I want to thank you for trusting me – it must have been difficult to keep all of this inside for so many years, without being able to express yourself. And secondly, I want to say that you are not alone now, and you can count on me if you need anything.”
“I see that you and your mother have had a difficult time,” the Reimi said in a sympathetic voice. “To be honest, this is probably the first time someone has spoken to me so openly, so it’s a little difficult for me to find the right words. First, I want to thank you for trusting me – it must have been difficult to keep all of this inside for so many years, without being able to express yourself. And secondly, I want to say that you are not alone now, and you can count on me if you need anything.”