"You've just returned, make sure to go see your parents often. They've been... you know."
Nell Harris smiled, implying it was time for them to leave, politely ushering them away.
"In that case, sister-in-law, have a good rest. I'll come back to see you tomorrow. I have a feeling we really hit it off, and I might trouble you often in the future. Don't find me annoying, okay?"
"No, of course not. I'd be delighted if you came to keep me company more often."
Dylan Young's lips moved with disdain; if he had a Mirror, he would definitely let Fristy Davis take a look at her Face, see how fake her smile was.
"Then we'll be going first. Goodbye, sister-in-law."
"Goodbye."
Fristy Davis watched as Dylan Young picked up Scarlett Glenn in his arms and held Nell Harris's hand, leaving.
The three figures disappeared at the Entrance, but the voice floated back inside.
"Dad, put me down, I want to walk."
"What, you don't like Dad carrying you anymore?"
