Sister Jeanne sat on a pew, gently cradling Sierra in her arms.
The lighting inside the church was dim, with only a few wooden torches mounted on the walls. The main source of light came from a small fire burning in the corner of the room.
"Sister!" Medeia's voice echoed through the church as she hurried toward her, her face filled with concern. "What's wrong with Sierra?"
Sister Jeanne looked up, her face weary but calm. She gently stroked Sierra's hair as she spoke.
"She was crying," Sister Jeanne said softly, gently wiping the corner of Sierra's eyes, which were still red and puffy.
Medeia knelt down, watching the little girl, who was clearly holding back her sobs. "Crying? Again?"
Sierra had already cried silently earlier when she saw Lucian upset, and now, she was crying again. "What's wrong with you?" Medeia murmured as she carefully took Sierra into her arms.
The moment Sierra felt Medeia's warmth, her eyelids fluttered open.
