Talking to Ilde has always been an adventure in conversation in Cindy's eyes, but this one is an adventure in frustration. Ilde is something special to her, Cindy can't describe it, but it's more like a little sister or something of that nature. Sonja isn't here to do the job of protecting Ilde; it's Cindy's responsibility, at least one she assigns to herself.
"Look at me. Ilde, look at me," Cindy commands, putting a hand on each side of Ilde's face and turning her head to the side. "Breathe. Slowly. Take a deep breath. Start with telling me who he is."
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Talking to Ilde has always been an adventure in conversation in Cindy's eyes, but this one is an adventure in frustration. Ilde is something special to her, Cindy can't describe it, but it's more like a little sister or something of that nature. Sonja isn't here to do the job of protecting Ilde; it's Cindy's responsibility, at least one she assigns to herself.
"Look at me. Ilde, look at me," Cindy commands, putting a hand on each side of Ilde's face and turning her head to the side. "Breathe. Slowly. Take a deep breath. Start with telling me who he is."