Izora sat perfectly still, gazing outside. Her fingers curled slightly around the edge of the window frame, as if holding onto something only she could see.
Affea's voice then broke the silence. "After periods of berserk episodes, she sealed her memories five years ago. Since then, she's been fine and healthy, but she can't be around people." Her voice was filled with sadness as she continued. "Anyone too young, too loud, she lashes out. Any man reminds her of Dad. Any young woman… of his lover. She even attacked me a lot of times. I tried and tried, but only had to keep my distance for her sake. So we kept only the elders around, even to guard her. At the moment, she only speaks with Granduncle in a normal manner."
Azzy stared at her. He hadn't seen her in years, and when he did, she turned like this.
His eyes welled up. "This is my fault," he said quietly. "If I had been here, I would've saved her from all that pain."
