"Young master, are you all right?" A towering silhouette, reminiscent of a majestic mountain, obstructed Desmond's view of the sky, breaking his reverie.
Desmond turned his gaze and beheld the imposing figure. A woman stood before him, her hair cascading down her back, elongated ears peeking out from beneath. Her emerald eyes met his, conveying a mixture of affection and concern, tinged with an underlying unease.
"I'm fine, Shelty," Desmond replied, his voice lacking any inflection. The aroma of the maid's cream-colored hair wafted towards him, the fragrance mingling with the air as her loose strands cascaded around her, an artful rope braid crowning her locks.
Relief washed over Shelty's features, evident in the sigh that escaped her lips. Extending her hand, she assisted Desmond in rising to his feet, their shared journey leading them back to where Leona and Bastian awaited.
