[She simply stares for a long moment, brows knit and lips thin, wishing she were able to comfort him in this situation, to explain it better and make him understand that it's not so bad. But maybe it's best she let him talk to the adults about it later...
Ib hates being a kid sometimes.
With a little sigh, she turns for the stove and flips on one of the burners, where a kettle already sits with some warm water inside. Thankfully, it hasn't been long since she poured herself a cup of tea, so the water shouldn't take long to reheat.
His question makes her pause. She knows she arrived in April of last year, so that means it's been...]
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Ib hates being a kid sometimes.
With a little sigh, she turns for the stove and flips on one of the burners, where a kettle already sits with some warm water inside. Thankfully, it hasn't been long since she poured herself a cup of tea, so the water shouldn't take long to reheat.
His question makes her pause. She knows she arrived in April of last year, so that means it's been...]
A year and two months.