It's apparent that the girl's life might be a bit difficult, yet she's well taken care of by her mother.
She was covered with a small blanket, basking in the midday sunlight of early winter, seriously reaching into a basket, continuously taking out dried pea pods, skillfully shelling them one by one, and carefully placing them into a jar beside her.
This action would be naturally effortless and simple for an ordinary person, but for a blind little girl, it is not so easy.
Especially when placing the shelled peas into the jar, she needs to repeatedly touch the jar to find the mouth of it.
Somehow, seeing this scene instantly reminded Raine of the image of a blade of grass continuing to strive and grow under the weight of a stone.
Aside from faintly hearing the clatter of a manual loom shuttle moving back and forth inside the house, Raine also heard the girl's murmuring:
"Why hasn't brother come back for so long this time?"
"Even an adventurer should take a rest, right?"
