Chapter 14: The Return of the Unwanted
Nyssa was curled up in the darkest corner of the house, trying to make herself small. The thick cloak Eren had given her still covered almost her entire gelatinous body, muffling most of the embarrassing plops — but not all.
And Mara hated even that.
"Stop making that noise, you disgusting thing!"
The woman raised a clay bowl, throwing it forcefully. The object bounced on the floor before grazing Nyssa. The impact was almost comical — the bowl sank a few inches into the gelatinous body, like soft clay, and then fell to the floor intact.
The wet sound echoed.
"Plop."
Nyssa trembled.
"S-sorry..."
"Sorry?!" Mara snarled. "You’re not even a person to say sorry!"
Another thing came flying — an old, half-rotten piece of wood. It hit her, cracked, and fell to the floor. The cloak absorbed the impact, but still deformed with the blow.
Nyssa felt no pain. But she wished she had. Maybe then it would make sense.
Mara was nearly purple with rage.