“You vouldn’t vant to risk it getting vorse zough ja? You really should rest for avhile after you’re finished here. It vouldn’t be a bother und I’m not busy right now,” he responded.
Frei thought of a random idea and chuckled. “Worse…if I died, are you going to miss me?” she asked.
“I vould miss you so much meine liebe schwester…I…I vould feel like a part of myself vas missing,” Eber answered.
“I could paint your likeness a thousand times but…they could never replace you, they would never be as lively or lovely as you Frei,” Alva said.
“Ehh…I see…” she trailed off and looked away, limping further and looking at the paintings. Her mind, though, was thinking of something else. Like a lightning striking in the sky, memories started to go back, and clutched her head in pain as her brain did its thing. She fell on the floor with a thud, tears cascading down her cheeks and hugging herself.
“Freida!” the boys chorused as they went over to her. Alva made it to her first. He knelt down beside her and brought her up into his embrace. He began humming softly as Eber knelt next to the two of them. “Frei?” he asked cautiously.
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