[The Next Day.]
[Yennefer's House.]
"...."
The sun shone on the beautiful and comfortable house.
Flowers that lined up in the yard bloomed, yet the inside of the house remained glumly.
Yennefer blankly stared at her hands, quietly cleaning up the dishes.
Her ember eyes remained unfocused as she remembered everything from yesterday.
The talk with Himmel and… the argument with her daughter.
"...."
It pained her to even think about what she did.
But…
Yennefer would kill a thousand more if it meant keeping her daughter safe.
A sudden sound of the door opening made her turn around.
She blinked as she found her daughter walking out of her room, fully dressed.
"Where are you going?" Yennefer asked, washing her hands.
"Somewhere." Zenith replied, her voice stoic.
Yennefer dried her hands slowly with the cloth near the sink, eyes still fixed on Zenith.
"Zenith?"
"I don't want to talk," Zenith replied, moving toward the door.
"You're still angry," Yennefer said.
