Inside the medical center under the Talronde Council.
Melita lay honestly on the circular platform, surrounded by several medical machines humming nearby. A few scanning probes were slowly passing over her torso from above, while she herself squinted slightly, letting these Omega-controlled machines work busily around her.
"This is the final check," Nuoletta's voice came from the side, with a hint of relaxation, "Once it's over, you can leave this place."
"Actually, I'm not in such a hurry to leave now..." Melita's lazy voice echoed on the platform, "I'm telling you, once I learned that all expenses here are covered by the Council, I even thought about pitching a tent on this platform..."
Nuoletta glanced disdainfully at her friend: "You can try—I guarantee the medical center team will let you lie here for a century, and by then, you wouldn't be able to leave even if you wanted to."
