Capítulo 169: Big fishes and small flies

Summer was almost over when the second part of the story I started found an end. A twisted, confusing end.

Lyana had adapted to live in Stoneyard, and she worked hard to learn how to be of help. I assigned her an apartment in the southern wing of the castle.

Everything was proceeding well, and no one even thought about sending her back to those people. She was happier with us, with her composed and shy manner of showing her emotions.

She didn't smile or laugh often, but her shoulders didn't tremble, and her fingers were stable. Her hair regained its initial colour, and her eyes started to shine with life.

I wondered if what I had done was enough to save her life. I couldn't envision such a healthy woman dying suddenly in her twentieth year of life.