A strange look crossed Brooke’s face as she stared up at Leonidas. “How do you know about that?” she whispered, her voice quivering as she spoke. “I read further into your profile and did some digging,” he explained. “I confirmed that she was indeed taken to the Elysian Fields upon her death. Most children are.” Brooke turned around to grip the sink, leaning over it with her head hung low. Leonidas tried to ignore the feeling of her backside pressed against his hips. This was a serious moment; now was not the time for those sorts of thoughts. Her shoulders began to heave as she began to cry. Leonidas felt alarmed as she descended into a fit of tears. “There, there,” he said awkwardly, patting her on the back. “Why are you crying? Isn’t this a good thing?” As she began to cry hard