A small smile creeps over Alaya's face. Henrietta spies it, and thinks, she can’t help admiring her scatterbrained friend. There’s a trio left now. Henrietta asks, “May I fetch you anything? Alaya? Librarian Way?”
Way puts an arm around Alaya. “I’m sorry...” Henrietta turns away, sparing Way, as his voice chokes up. “I should protect you.”
“Father,” comes Alaya’s low response, “your job is to protect all of us, not just some of us… We also need to help protect you …”
There’s a moment’s silence, followed by William’s words, “… from the coming storm. We all have to try to protect each other.”
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