She sighed, her shoulders slumping in resignation. "I understand."
With a tender motion, she reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of Hadley's hair behind her ear. "Don't worry. I may have spoken for him today, but that's where I draw the line."
Hadley blinked, caught off guard, her gaze fixed on Nyla in stunned silence.
"What's with that expression?" Nyla laughed softly, playfully pinching Hadley's cheek. "I meant it. I want you to have a good life—a happy, fulfilling one."
Hadley felt a lump in her throat, her nose tingling with emotion. "Thank you, Nyla."
"Ah, you silly girl. What's there to thank me for?"
Nyla let go of her hand, exhaling quietly. "Why don't you head to the kitchen? See if breakfast is ready."
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