There's a pause as he listens, and when CathaΓr answers, his voice comes out soft, caring, as he has always been with his daughter.
-Why don't you come back home for the week, at least? You rest a bit and we can talk about this in depth, hm?- he hums, watching Esme sleep
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"Hm . . . "
Freyja started still unsure of what to say. Freyja was similar to Esme in a lot of ways.
" How bad would it be if I drop out? . . . I donβt feel good here and it's not like I would be missed anyway. "
She finally asked.
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