Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0038] - Echos of Love

Por bitte ajuda mir es

Phrase

Translation: [Desperate Plea for Aid]

Definition: "Por bitte ajuda mir es" is an expression of dire entreaty when facing situations of extreme peril. This phrase is not used lightly; it is reserved for moments when the speaker is utterly vulnerable and in need of immediate intervention, often in life-threatening circumstances.

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Noctavia lay awake in the darkness, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, while Yeso's restless movements made the bed swing in the air. She could sense the weight of his thoughts, the burden of something unspoken between them. Gently, she turned towards him, draping her arm around his shoulder in a comforting embrace. "You want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

"I'm sorry, I always forget the bed moves," he whispered with a distracted apology. He hadn't turned to face her yet, but his words polluted the silence in the dark.

"It's fine, but you need to sleep, too."

After a moment of silence, the bed swayed slightly more with the weight shift and finally spoke again. "I think I know why we are seeing an echo of them," he confessed, facing her.

"Oh, why?" Noctavia's curiosity piqued.

He hesitated, his words coming out in a whisper laden with fear. "There's something I never told you because I was afraid if I did..."

"You were afraid? Of me?" Noctavia interjected, disappointed, not just at his secret but also at the fact that he felt the need to hide anything from her.

He swallowed hard, the emotional knot in his throat almost audible. "I was afraid if I told you... you would force me to stay with Veilla."

Her chuckle was soft, tinged with disbelief. "Why would I do that?"

Yeso struggled to articulate his thoughts. "I can... Veilla can't... I haven't been fishing... I mean, I do fish... that part is true, but there's another reason why I have..." His words were disjointed, a tangled web of half-truths and hesitations.

It was clear he was deeply frightened to reveal whatever secret he harboured. Noctavia's own apprehension grew, a knot forming in her stomach at the thought of what this revelation might entail.

"It's okay if you don't tell me. I won't pry," she reassured him, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

Yeso took a deep, steadying breath, his eyes locking with hers in the dark. "What if I show you?" he proposed.

Noctavia followed Yeso through the dense woods, her discomfort growing with each step. Her swollen ankles ached, and a persistent pain nagged at her lower back and between her thighs.

Despite this, she refrained from voicing her discomfort. Yeso, being her Hexe, was attuned to her feelings and physical state. Complaining seemed redundant when he was already acutely aware of her struggles.

Yet, his determined stride didn't falter, as if he was driven by a need to outpace his own fears to prevent them from seizing him and turning him back as if nothing had happened. As if he never tried to say anything.

This realization kept Noctavia silent. She understood the gravity of this for Yeso and how crucial it was for him to reveal whatever secret he harboured.

Their path led deeper into the forest, where darkness enveloped them like a thick blanket. Yeso's grip on her hand was firm.

Finally, the soothing sound of cascading water reached her ears, piercing the silence of the night. It was too dark to see clearly, but the sound was unmistakable.