"Want to go wash up? I..."
"No... no need!"
Chadite suddenly stood up and walked forward stiffly. She seemed to feel Alka's gaze on her back. She walked quietly, seemingly calm, though her stiff, machine-like walk—arms and legs on the same side moving in unison—gave her away.
Once she reached the corner of the aftcastle, she was finally out of Alka's sight.
At that moment, Julia and Matilda were quietly watching from the first-floor corner of the aftcastle. When Chadite turned the corner and saw them, she was somewhat surprised. Then, she suddenly relaxed and collapsed.
The two quickly supported her.
"I... my legs went weak..." Chadite's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz as she spoke feebly.
Hearing this, Matilda quickly bent down. "Let me heal you a bit."
Julia hurriedly stopped her. "Her body isn't the problem; it's her mind that's the issue."
"Huh?" Matilda was a bit surprised, then clenched her fist with determination. "I will try my best to heal it!"
