"I trust you." Miyuki bowed before handing Amelia's medication to Gabriel and left the couple alone.
"Thank you," Gabriel took the medication and placed it on his side. He took the hairpiece out of her hair and ran his fingers through it. Being attentive as he cared for her while she rested on his lap. He enjoyed the peacefulness until his mother's return to the carriage.
"How is Amelia doing?" Edna climbed in and the door was closed.
Gabriel didn't look up at his mother but kept running his hand through her hair. "Still resting. I thought that she was having an attack but it could be the sake. Whatever it is, I will make sure that she rests as long as she needs."
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore