FFXIV Write Day 9: Fair

"But why?"

Her foster father looked away. "Mint. You have been on bed rest for months. No. I am not going to let you roam around when only weeks ago you could barely stand."

Mint clenched her fists, trying to think of a counter to that even as her mind blanked. She. She needed to. She needed to see... to see something that was out there, to find out... Wasn't that enough? This desperation?

After what should have been just a moment of silence (was it?), he sighed deeply and looked away.