Alia stared at the meal in front of her, playing with the spoon she held in her right hand. It had been three days already and what Malburt had told her still bothered her a lot.

She lifted her head from her food to look in his direction.

She felt pity for him, felt his pain.

How could be so calm even when he might die soon? How could he eat so peacefully?.

She wondered.

" Are you okay, Alia. " Alac asked.

He had been noticing her for a while now and noticed that she had barely touched her food.

There was no response.

" Alia." He screamed and...