He must have just heard her talking to Yukon Carbon on the phone.
Right now, Sylvan Cheney is like a hedgehog; she's afraid of holding the little hedgehog in her arms, fearing getting pricked if she gets too close.
The little hedgehog pricks the hand, but he pierces the heart.
Her heart aches.
Jasmine Yale's feet didn't move, and there was a look of hesitation in her eyes.
A bit at a loss.
Leaving wasn't right, staying wasn't right either.
The sunlight shone down, landing on her face. She squinted slightly, looking at Sylvan Cheney.
She looked at him, and he looked at her.
Just as she was unresponsive, Sylvan Cheney walked towards her, his slippers stepping on the leaves on the ground.
Seeing him almost close to her, Jasmine Yale stepped back two steps, putting a distance between them.
Suddenly, disappointment appeared in Sylvan Cheney's eyes.
It was only upon getting closer that Jasmine realized he had lost weight, with deep sunken eyes.
