Yuna awoke in her room with Marl standing nearby, empty vials in his hand. "Master?" She said. "Wait, I am not dead?" She patted herself with her hands to make sure she was truly alive. She then remembered the events that led her to his moment. "Tyrell and Elvin!" She gasped. "How are they?!" She continued to shout in a panic. She scanned the room quickly, but saw no sign of them. "They're not…"
"Dead?" Marl said, and chuckled, quickly reassuring the young woman. "Heaven's no. Thanks to Albert, all three of you girls are going to be fine. He carried you all to me as soon as he found you." Marl smiled warmly at Yuna as he placed his hand atop her head. He rubbed her head affectionately, "Good. Still no horns."
