For the past week Tilia helped out with the family.
Little Lou grew quite attached to Tilia and would become upset whenever the idea of her leaving was brought up. Every time Tilia would pay her head and say with a smile, "Not yet Lou. I'm not leaving just yet."
On the seventh day Tilia was ready to leave. Ryla seemed adamant to give her herbs and such for the road. Tilia didn't wish to take them, for she most likely wouldn't use them. However she cracked under the constant pressure of Ryla.
Upon making sure she had everything she said goodbye to everyone.
Lou walked up and tugged at a piece of cloth sticking out of her armor, "Are you really leaving?"
Tilia crouched down, "I am."
"Why must you go?"
"Remember when you said I was strong? Well something far stronger is hurting my friends. I need to become stronger so I can fight it."
"Let Papa do it then, he is strong."
Tilia smiled, "I can't leave this to him. If your papa keeps protecting me, how can I grow stronger?"
