"You want me to give a speech?" Aether blinked, visibly caught off guard by Sera's words, his voice laced with disbelief.
Sera gave a small nod as she settled comfortably on his lap, her body moulding against his as though it belonged there.
She held a neatly folded sheet of paper in her hand—something she had worked on with careful thought and deep consideration, "Yes. The people are getting restless, Aether. The main temple has collapsed, and the Mother's statue is broken... their symbol of hope is gone.
Even though they believe in you, they can't help but feel abandoned. Their faith is shaken. I thought maybe... if you gave them a speech, something from the heart, it could restore their confidence."
