Faustina blinked several times as she rose her chocolate-brown eyes from the hand extended to her up to the person—the people that exerted the effort to help her.
"Are you alright, Miss Feuerlon?" It was Michelle, the girl who opened the secret door from before. Faustina held Leviticus' hand, who helped her stand up.
"Woah, those wounds . . ." Michelle went towards Faustina with an expression mirroring sheer worry. Her large glasses complimented her short hair and round, tame eyes. "Are you alright? Your nerves are practically pulsating!"
Unlike before, the wounds in Faustina's arms weren't that large any longer; they had shrunken, yet noticeable still. Up close, they can be seen throbbing—and upon closer inspection, one can notice that the pulsating nerves actually resemble tree roots.
