It hurt Lilja to have to be mean, but she, too, was barely older than a child in her old body. She did not come swinging at them with fists or teeth, but with words. In turn, she knew it was wrong and her chest ached. The woman dared not go after either of them, for she knew they needed to calm down. Lilja would only act as tinder to the flame. Maybe later she would seek out Sverke, or perhaps the boy would find solace with his brother.
With a sad expression warping her face, she turned to Cupid then, her voice barely a whisper,
I am so sorry, Sir


