Strange as it may have been, he knew that his tenderness was not false. Even if he had not seen her grow up, he knew her. Maybe better than you saw her involved in black magic. She did not know why her eyelids were dripping, while she was happy. He could not explain how Lyon made her feel like a child again. Nor because her heart became light as long as she felt protected. All this just happened without him controlling it. Eventually the man walked away and she hurried to wipe her eyes.