"There's no rush. But do give the little brother a chance that he's worthy of your love."
It's been a while since Marian had left, yet her words to her still rang in Yanee's ears. She lay in her bedroll looking at the ceiling. She had no idea what time it was now, but it seemed it was already late. Lifting her phone, she checked the time.
She thought it's only been an hour since Marian left but no. Yanee shifted on the bed and pulled her blanket up to her chin. She thought she ought to take a rest, but sleep wouldn't come. With a sigh, she shifted on the bed again and reached for the small notebook and pen on the side. She had already finished jotting down notes from Marian's story earlier and she opened the notebook to check.