"Are you all right?"
Dr. Yusefka used her fingers clad in white gloves to tuck her flaxen hair behind her ear.
Bending down, she inquired about Viola and the children in the clinic's corner.
The two little girls, after seeing Lann off, quickly lay back down in their mother's embrace and fell asleep again, exhausted.
But Viola seemed burdened with worries, only absently caressing her daughters' hair.
Yusefka knew what she was thinking about.
She was still worried about her husband, Gascogne.
Their love had always been something many envied. But on this treacherous night, it became a tormenting thing.
"No, we're all fine, it's just that we are troubling you too much."
Viola was brought back to her senses by Yusefka, and immediately put on a comforting smile, urging the doctor not to worry too much.
She was never one with a weak character.
