Freya spent the next few minutes encouraging Tessy and making her understand and see that despite the obstacles on her way, everything would turn out alright in the end.
Her voice was calm but firm, steady as a lighthouse guiding a weary ship through stormy waves. She sat across from Tessy, her hand gently resting on Tessy's own, her thumb softly caressing the skin there in a soothing manner. Her eyes held no pity, only strength, like a woman who had known suffering but chose hope every time.
Tessy did not doubt it. As Freya's words washed over her, gentle and firm like a balm on an open wound, she held on to them, clutching them with the desperation of a drowning person clinging to life support.
