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"Darling, she looks terrible."
"Anyone who fell off a cliff would look similar to that, Alisa."
"Did she really fall off that tall cliff? It still amazes me that someone can survive it. There's a reason why it's called Suicide Cliff after all."
"Well, the doctor has checked her. We can only look after her now."
"Poor girl. I'll go feed that little munchkin outside."
…
Someone was sponging her head softly. The cold towel was comforting.
"Hush, darling, it's okay."
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…
Libitina opened her eyes slowly.
She slowly felt the soft bed beneath her.
'That was a long sleep.'
She slowly stretched. Was it a weekend? Why didn't her mom call her up? With the sun shining into the room that brightly, it must have been noon already.
'I'm so craving for some roti prata…or maybe laksa? Or sushi…and fried chicken.'
Her stomach growled in response. 'Whelps…time to get up.'
She tried to sit up, but she realised that her body felt so heavy. 'Did I exercise yesterday? Why does my whole body ache so badly?'
As she gazed around the room, her complexion slowly turned worse.
'This isn't my room.'
Then, all of the memories rushed into her head.
Marianne, Yurian, Enzak, Brian, Tudor…
"Ahhh!"
She heard a strangled yell before realising that it came from her. Rushed footsteps came from outside the room before the door was opened. A middle-aged lady wearing a pale-blue dress appeared at the door, her bright eyes looking in.
"Ah, you're awake," her voice was gentle and warm, and Libitina felt the turbulence inside her calm down slightly.
"Tristan, call Gregory to the room."
"Yes, Madam."
The woman closed the door gently behind her and sat beside Libitina.
"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."
And then, she told her what happened.
Libitina found out that the woman's husband who had been wandering around in the nearby forests had found a little owl, and then found Libitina's broken body.
The woman's name was Alisa, while her husband's name is Gregory. Libitina asked her if she was a noble, since the room looked too expensive to belong to a commoner's. Alisa told her that her husband is a Marquess, but Libitina simply nodded, deciding to ask Tudor what a Marquess was.
"So, the owl led your husband to me?"
"Yes, I've never seen such a smart little owl before. Is he your pet? Does he have a name? We just call him the munchkin."
"Yes…Tudor. His name is Tudor."
"My, what a big name for a small owl."
Libitina tried to smile.
"Ah," the woman noticed the exhaustion on Libitina's face. "You must be getting tired. After all, you just woke up. I'll get the cook to make up something warm and nice for you."
"…Thank you."
The woman smiled and exited the room. Libitina caught a glimpse of a grey-haired man standing outside the room before an owl took the chance to slip into the room before the door shut.