Uncle brought some herbal wine to calm the nerves, and the strength of the medicine combined with the alcohol finally eased Fenna's slightly agitated mood. She opened the balcony doors, stood on the balcony, and gazed towards the distant cathedral.
Dante Wayne's voice came from behind her, "Every time you come back to stay, you have nightmares, and they're always about your childhood."
"... As a Judge, this is a sign of weakness I shouldn't display," Fenna's voice was low; she was significantly taller than her uncle, but in front of this elder who had raised her alone, she never minded showing her true feelings. "I'm very troubled."
"... Have you talked to Heidi?"
"She recommended four brain surgeries and two neural puncture therapies," Fenna sighed. "Considering our long friendship, I refrained from taking action."