Tela sat down and looked up at the woman. The old woman smiled at her friend. "Everything will be fine." she tells Tela.
Tela didn't look to reassured. "I am not sure about that. We have no alone time. Not even to just talk."
The old woman named Mina smiled. She put her soft yet wrinly little hand over Tela's long, thin fingered hand. "Trust me. You and this Vash will work out."