Loki: ? Give him the medicine. Just a bit though, don't give him too much.
Kora: O-okay. (Feeds the patient with the medicine)
Kora thoughts: Holy-- Why is he here?! Although he's wearing a big brown cloak, but those golden eyes... and those gold hair that he's trying to hide, it's definitely him!
Patient: Ha... ha... air... ha... I can't... breathe!
Kora: (Smooths the patient's back) Please stay still!
Kora thoughts: He's desperate for air... Maybe I should open the windows? The nurses always opens the windows when I say the room is too stuffy...
Loki: Don't. (Grabs Kora's hand before she opens window)
Kora: Huh?
Loki: There are different patients in here, and they have different symptoms. Some may feel better with fresh air, while to others an open window may worsen their condition.
Kora: --! Sorry, I didn't consider that. But... what about him? (Looks at the long line) The line to the Medics is so long... I'm afraid he can't wait until it's his turn.
Loki: ...I'll try.
Kora: What?
Kora thoughts: "He'll try?" Does he mean to treat this patient? I thought he's the prince... Or maybe the prince takes medical lessons?
Loki: (Glances at Kora) I've never taken medical lessons before. There's nothing much I can do for him but, I can at least deliver some fresh air.
Kora thoughts: ... I never knew people could read minds.
(Loki places his hand before the patient's face. A surge of magic comes out of his hand, from it Kora felt a gentle breeze of air. It was so gentle that if Kora was an inch further she would not have felt anything)
Kora: Woah... what is this?
Loki: ... I'd call it, special treatment?
Kora: (Eyes fill with excitement) How did you do it?!
Loki: (Pretends to not know) Do what?
Kora: Well, the thing you just did with your hands. It was like, suwa! poof! sawawa~! And then I feel a breeze of air!
Loki: ??? What the hell is-- (Mouth twisted from enduring laughter) --No, nevermind.
Kora: ? Are you okay?
Loki: Well, no. I almost got killed by your-- suwa! poof! sawawa~!
Kora: (Embarrassed) --Because I don't know how to describe it! Oh yea, you still haven't told me what was it that you did!
Loki: What do you think it is?
Kora: I don't know!
Loki: Guess.
Kora: ... (Thinks real hard) --Uhhhhhh I don't know, I can't think of anything. Hint?
Loki: Really? Expand your imaginations. (To the patient) Hurry, get in line. This won't last long, you need treatment from the Medic.
Kora: (Supports the patient) --Grab on to my hand, I'll walk you there. (To Loki) I still can't think of anything. Maybe it's some supernatural experiment you did?
Loki: Sure, yeah, right. That's it.
Kora: Wait, seriously?
Loki: Yea, why not? (Stands up to leave)
Kora: --Hey! You're teasing me, right? It's not the correct answer, isn't it?
Loki: Be careful, don't let him fall.
Kora: (Holds tightly on to the patient) Oh, sorry! Are you alright? Sorry I wasn't paying attention...
Kora thoughts: (Turns to Loki's direction) --Oh no! Did he leave already? I didn't get to know that special thing he did. More of all, what was he doing here, and why is he so familiar with the things in this place? Dammit, I'll have to safely guide this patient over to the line before I can go find him though.
Kora: --Here! Please stay here and wait until it's your turn, okay? I'm sure the Medics will treat your illness. (Waves hands at the patient and quickly leaves)
Kora thoughts: Just where would he go-- Oh! He's just standing at the front door. I thought he'd definitely gone far by this time...
Kora: Um, you... Oh wait. (Looks around and whispers) --'your highness'?
Kora thoughts: I should probably not call out his identity out loud since he's trying his best to cover himself up...
Loki: (Glances) Kora Yorps. You're not from around here.
Kora: Well...
Kora thoughts: I don't know, should I tell him? I would have to explain everything though which I have no idea how to explain my situation to him.
Loki: If you're trying to come up with a lie, you can stop. A citizen from here wouldn't be wandering with bare feet to the palace asking guards for directions.
Kora: ...So you remembered me.
Loki: I remember every single person living in this kingdom, as long as I've met them before. (Stares at Kora coldly) And I have to say, I don't remember your existence or that name of yours at all.
Kora thoughts: He's looking at me with those eyes when we first met again... it wasn't an illusion when I felt awkward meeting him at Ken's bakery after all. He was suspicious of me. Was that why he asked if I was from Frendrilk?
Kora: ...Why didn't you just capture me or lock me up if you find me suspicious?