"What do you mean?" Esme asked quietly.
The nurse had told her that Azel came here to visit Sybil so why was the girl crying like her world had ended?
"I don't know." Sybil's voice cracked as she rolled over, pressing her face into the soft white sheets. "You see, in my clan… we have this tradition."
Esme sighed.
She wasn't exactly close to Sybil… if anything, they rarely met each other but the Astra girl sounded like she needed someone to listen.
So Esme walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"What kind of tradition?"
"If you have a strong guy that you like," Sybil said, turning onto her back and staring at the ceiling, "and you're serious about him, you have to test him yourself before bringing him home."
Esme frowned. "Test him?"
"Yes." Sybil's voice grew softer, like she was recalling something that hurt to admit. "I really like Azel… and I want to marry him."
Esme choked on her own saliva. "Wait… what?!"
