“Wipe those tears from your eyes, dear Orion, you need sniffle no more. For I have found the stone and saved you like a damsel who had given up all hope before a knight came to your rescue.” “I’m not crying,” Orion snapped. “It’s water that’s melted – we were freezing in there and ice had formed on my cheeks.” “Whatever you say, sweet boy,” I told him, giving him an understanding wink which caused his face to contort in a way that I could only describe as pure, undying gratitude to me for saving him.
Wipe your eyes dear boy
