Aaron was packed and poised to set out on his journey to the Herb village as he had agreed with Souzane.
He did the final checks to be sure that he had everything he would need for the journey and when he was done, he slung the one bag he carried with him across his body and left his room.
He looked back at the room one more time before shutting the door and locking it.
The young man whistled excitedly as he strolled down the stairs, only to meet Alicia standing at the end of the steps below him with a flask in her hands and a saddened look on her face.
Alicia held the flask well enough and lowered her gaze from her son, with a cherry red hue noticeable on her baby face.
Aaron stopped and walked down the steps a bit slower than he was doing just a second ago.
"Mother?" he breathed, wondering what she was doing, just standing there like a statue.