After finishing the story of Hua Que, Popota turned to look at Angel.
"Is she alright?"
It was the second time Popota asked the same question, but this time, the core of his question was "Is her soul still alright?"
"She was fine when I left," Angel replied guardedly. Whether Hua Que was really fine, he could not rightfully say, as an outsider. He had only met her once, and even then, he had been drawn by her mournful crying. Just that alone was enough to suggest that her life down in the crypt was far from good.
However, before Angel left, he had set up an illusionary realm for her and left behind a few magic crystals. Compared to before they met, Hua Que was indeed somewhat better, but to say she was truly well would not be accurate. Perhaps the books and trinkets within the realm could alleviate her boredom, but they could definitely not dispel her loneliness.
And these were the things Angel could not tell Popota, at least not without upsetting him.
