Once the girl stopped crying, she turned to Frieren.
"I hate magic…" the girl said, rubbing her eyes slightly.
The words came out dull, drained of anger as if they had been worn thin by repetition.
The sea answered with a soft, endless hush behind them.
"I know… you told me already," Frieren said, staring at the last remaining glimmer.
From the window, Kraft watched quietly; Sunny lay atop his head.
The girl side-glanced at Frieren, then said quietly,
"Everyone feared me… even… my parents abandoned me…"
"Without Kraft's kindness, I would be thrown elsewhere…"
Frieren blinked as she shifted her gaze to the tides, reflecting the risen sun.
She moved her leg through the sand.
"I see…" Frieren said.
Kraft's fingers approached his mouth as he bit his nails,
while Sunny flapped twice.
"Okay, okay, Sunny, have a good day!" Kraft waved as he opened the door gently.
Thud!
Sunny pushed the window, the echo loud enough to make both figures turn toward the building.
I know you're there, Kraft… Frieren thought, watching Sunny land on a tree branch.
The girl's shoulders tensed, as if expecting rejection even now.
The wind tugged at her hair, carrying her words out toward the open sea.
The girl turned again to the sea, watching the gulls passing by.
Even Kraft relaxed at the window with a sigh.
Then, a sudden pat landed on her shoulder.
She didn't move for a while—neither did Frieren.
Until she turned to Frieren.
"That doesn't mean you're cursed…" Frieren whispered, almost to herself.
The girl blinked, then lowered her head.
A quiet silver light glowed from Frieren's hand.
Frieren swung her arm, casting a streak into the blue sky.
It started raining in front of them for a moment, then stopped,
leaving a rainbow behind.
"Let me prove that," Frieren said, walking away.