[Orofaniel]

The poor boy, Gomen, had come into the kitchen together with Mae while tears shed down his small innocent face. The chocking sound of his voice, that swallowed the unbearable sobbing, seemed like too much for his mother; she was embracing him, hoping that it somehow would comfort him, although it did seem to be quite difficult at the time. He wept and sobbed, and Aedre couldn't do much to help him. She felt bad about it, and her happiness that she earlier had brought to the room seemed to fade away bit for bit.

"Dear Gomen, is there anything I can do for you?" Aedre asked him, as he still was weeping in his mother arms. "Thank you for the offer, Aedre. I will certainly turn to you if there is anything needed," Frodides told her, smiling weakly. "He'll be alright," she added. Aedre tried to smile back, but it ended up like an odd grimace.

"What say you Mae, should we step outside for a bit and give Gomen some room?" Aedre suggested, patting Mae on the shoulder. She nodded weakly and followed her out from the kitchen.

"Do you know what happen to your dear brother?" Aedre asked her as soon as they had slipped out the kitchen doors. Aedre seemed a bit worried when she saw that Mae had grown pale. "No, I'm afraid not," She said, looking down in the floor. "I don't like seeing my brother's tears streaming down his face," she then said looking at Aedre. "I don't like seeing tears in the faces on the people I love."

"None of us do dear," Aedre said, comforting the girl. "It's not pleasant to see them in a state like this, especially when we are close to them. Yet tears can be reliving sometimes - Take me for example, when I'm sad, upset or hurt, I sometimes feel my sorrows float away in my tears. Of course, the pain is great when you cry, but hopefully afterwards, you'll feel much better. I know I do," Aedre told Mae. “Gomen is another case though, but he’ll handle it, don’t you think? He will be just alright," she continued trying to sound both compassionate and encouraging.