It was around 3 am in the m when Cir arose from her unscious state.

  At first, fusion gripped her as she failed to immediately reize her surroundings.

  The st memory she had was being in the dungeon, but now she found herself in her own room.

  As her miled, the events of the previous moments began to slowly trickle bato her sciousness.

  The first memory that hit her was Draco's angry expression, slowly morphing into aionless one.

  ‘What did I do to make him so angry?’ Cir questioned, digging deeper into her recolles.

  As she delved further, everything started ing back to her in vivid detail.

  The realization of her own as struck her like a bolt of lightning.

  "How could I have done such a thing?" she muttered in disbelief.

  Tears involuntarily streaked down her face as a maelstrom of emotions engulfed her - embarrassment, shame, sadness, anger………

  But the emotion that gripped her the most was the overwhelming fear of being hated.

  She had said things that she didn't mean, and the picture of everyone's hurt expressions, especially Draco's emotionless face, was seared into her mind.

  Draco, whom she always looked up to, rarely got that angry or even dispyed that much raw ive emotions, and even when he did, it was never directed at her or any other member of the family.

  ‘Ah mother, what have I done? How do I fix this?’ Cir questioned, her eyes reddening from the stant flow of tears.

  She began to question herself, digging deeper into the recesses of her mind.

  ‘Was I always such a selfish person? How do I even look them in the eye? Will they five me if I sincerely apologize?’ The barrage of questions swirled in her mind, and it was hard for her to find the answers on her own.

  Cir was well aware of the sacrifices that everyone had made for each other, especially Drabsp;

  He had taken on the role of the adult in their lives, shouldering the responsibility of making the hard choices, proteg them, making sure that most of what they needed was being provided and ensuring their survival.

  She thought she had matured past the point of throwing such a tantrum, especially after everything they had been through.

  ‘What does he owe me after everything he has done for me? Is what I have been feeling all these years for him even been love, because if it was, then I shouldn't have hurt him,’ she thought.

  ‘Is this what loving someone should feel like, or is it all just my uhy obsession? Thinking about it now, my as in the past few months around him have been rather questionable. Am I perhaps just some perverted girl i? Is this the soury emotions?’ she questioned some more.

  Cir kept mulling over different aspects of her life, subtly realizing the kind of person she was being.

  In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, aomach grumbled loudly, breaking the silehat had enveloped the room.

  Wiping the tears and snot off her face, Cir got up from the bed and made her way to the kit.

  To her surprise, she entered someone ued – their goddess, Bahamut.

  "Oh, you're finally awake, Cir," Bahamut said, relief evident in her voice.

  "Hmm," Cir replied, unsure of how to i.

  She was certain that Draco had informed Bahamut of the i, and she wasn't ready to face the other members of the familia just yet.

  She pted leaving but was stopped by a sudden loud sound.

  Growl!

  Her stomach protested loudly once again, much to her embarrassment.

  “Fufufufu” Bahamut chuckled, rising up from her seat.

  "e, sit. Let me warm up something for you," Bahamut said, gesturing towards the kit table.

  Cir hesitantly took a seat, her eyes downcast, uo meet Bahamut's gaze.

  She felt ashamed and unsure of how to proceed.

  Bahamut busied herself i, preparing a warm meal for the young girl.

  The sileween them alpable, but Bahamut seemed unfazed, fog oove.

  After a few minutes, Bahamut pced a steaming pte of food in front of Cir.

  "Here, this should help. Eat up, you must be famished." she said.

  Cir stared at the pte, the aroma wafting up to her emptio take a bite.

  But her appetite had been temporarily suppressed by the guilt and turming within her.

  heless, she mustered the ce to pick up the utensils and take a few tentative bites.

  As Cir ate, Bahamut observed her silently, her expression serene and uanding.

  The goddess could sehe iurmoil that Cir was experieng, and she khat the young girl ime and space to process her thoughts aions.

  After Cir had finished her meal, Bahamut spoke up, her voice soothing and calm.

  "I'm sure you have a lot on your mind, my child. Why don't you tell me what's troubling you?" Bahamut began but Cir hesitated and couldn't respond.

  "Cir, I know that yoing through a difficult time, but I want you to know that you are not alone. I am here for you, and I want to help you through this." Bahamut said.

  Cir's eyes widened slightly, hesitantly she looked up, meeting Bahamut's steady gaze.

  "I never meant to hurt anyone," Cir began, her voice trembling as she slowly narrated her troubles.

  Bahamut quietly listened, giving her a ce to let everything out.

  "I... I said such terrible things. I hurt Drad the others. How they ever five me?" Her voice small and ced with despair.

  Bahamut reached across the table aly pced her hand on Cir's.

  "Silly girl, everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is that ynize what you've done and are willing to make amends. Drad the others care about you deeply, that’s why they got angry, and they will undoubtedly be willing to listen and five, if you approach them with siy and humility." Bahamut replied.

  Cir felt a glimmer of hope flicker within her, but it quickly dimmed as she was still unsure.

  "I'm... I'm afraid. What if they reject me? I don't think I could bear it." she asked.

  Bahamut’s grip tightened around Cir's hand reassuringly.

  "I uand your fear, but you must have the ce to face it. Drad the others need you just as much as you hem." she replied.

  "Do you really think they'll five me that easily?" Cir asked.

  "Of course, child," Bahamut reassured her.

  "Family is built on the foundation of love and uanding. What you've done may have hurt them, but their love for you is strohan any mistake you've made." she said.

  odded slowly in uanding, her resolve strengthening.

  "You're right. I o face them and make things right. I owe them that much, after everything they've done for me." she said, her voice a bit stronger.

  Bahamut smiled, her eyes shining with pride.

  "That's the spirit, my girl. Take your time, sort your emotions, but don't hesitate to reach out when you're ready. I will be here, supp you every step of the way." Bahamut replied, gently caressing Cir’s hands.

  “Hmm” Cir responded, a bit eically.

  “Now back to bed you go. You have a long day ahead of you” Bahamut enced.

  “What about you, aren’t you going to bed, or is something also b you? I help” Cir offered.

  “Ahem, I am fine and have already slept enough. Now off you go” Bahamut urged.

  In truth Bahamut hadn’t slept a wink after the i with Draco st night.

  She kept recalling her as and mulling over it, before she k, she found herself ba the kit.

  “If you say so” Cir muttered befoing back to her room.

  Left alone i, Bahamut stared bnkly at the ceiling thinking…..

  ‘How do I face him in the m?’