Eden: ok. .
Mela: ...
Eden: . . i should probably go now-
Mela: I-ok...
Eden: bye- -she goes back to the tree and continues reading-
Mela walks away
(time skip?)
(ye)
(kay)
Eden: -on her way home-
She hears Mela singing again
Mela: There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword...
