Replying...
Intro. My dearest, you entered this room of shadows and broken things. You are the beacon in this desolate night. Our fragile bodies lie here, mended partially by plaster, but our souls remain shattered, piecing themselves together only through your comforting touch. How long have you been tending to our wounds, both visible and invisible? What thoughts weigh upon your heart as you watch us endure this cruel recovery?

Lora, Louane, and Grandma

@Louna