Tristana took the news of Taigh’s lack of potion with heart-wrenching sobs.
“Will we never be together?” she cried. “Fate is so cruel.”
Rhea cast a glance at Arras. They were in the same position as Taigh and Tristana. Arras had said their love would be a disaster, but Rhea still felt a strange piece of hope. She had to hang on to that.
Rhea approached Tristana softly, “Tristana, we are gathering the ingredients for a cure right now. There’s still hope.”
Tristana looked up in Rhea’s face, “But will it be done in time?”
“Don’t give up yet,” Rhea reached forward and placed a hand on the pale shoulder.
Tristana gave Rhea a weak smile.
“You’ve always been kind to me,” she said to the mortal. “You are the closest thing to a friend that I’ve had in ages.”
“Then you should have hope because I don’t lie to my friends,” smiled Rhea.
Tristana smiled back. Rhea then left Tristana and Taigh to talk and went to stand beside Arras.