After searching the entire garden, Reagan couldn't find anyone around. He took it that Reyana was just being paranoid. Perhaps, she was stressed.
Reyana had gone to see Klara, but Klara wasn't in her chamber. She decided to wait for her for a few more minutes before leaving.
As she waited, she busied herself with the herbs she had gotten for her scar. The pains seemed to have aggravated that morning when she was in the garden. She couldn't tell why.
Thoughts of her late father came flooding in as she squeezed the herbs. That was her father's favorite recipe for pains.
She wished her father was there to see how grown up she was. She could even make his favorite potion.
She quickly brushed off a lone tear that ran down her cheek.
At her wish to see her father again, the scar on her ba
