"Is Fia older?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Even though you're that cute?"
"Fufufu, you're cute too, you know?"
"Timil. I'm sorry, Fia."
Fia was sitting on the edge of the bed; after gently smiling at Myu and waving one hand, she gently stroked Timil's black-purple hair.
Perhaps because she had been bedridden for a long time, the hair was made short so that the servants could easily care for it.
Perhaps genetics from Myu; the fluffy hair quality makes her look young, but the age is said to be 16.
Originally she had grown it long like Myu; Setenia beside taught me.
Hearing the talk, for a period of one year she had been fighting the progression of the petrification.
She did well delaying the petrification for a whole year; hearing the talk I was honestly surprised.
Though not visible under the sheets, the petrification had apparently progressed to below the chest.
