‘I can’t help you, Edela. I just can’t.’ Edela sighed, rubbing the tears out of her eyes, cursing her dreams for only ever giving her half a story. If Aleksander couldn’t help her, who could?
Help her what? She hasn’t even asked for anything! He’s saying he can’t help her and she’s accepting that he can’t be of any assistance… but we don’t even know what she needs!
