As soon as Annie left the high ground, a wave of anticipation swept over Alice, awakening her from her slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing emerald pupils that reflected Desmond's beaming smile.
"Good morning, sister," Desmond greeted, his voice brimming with warmth. Alice's body tensed involuntarily, her beautiful face briefly displaying a flicker of discomfort before she mustered a forced smile, her eyes filled with genuine affection as she gazed at her younger brother.
"M-Morning, brother," she replied in a frail tone. As the words escaped her lips, her countenance seemed to wither with the passage of time, evoking a tear to trickle down Laura's cheek as she observed the scene.
Young lady Alice is truly resilient! Laura thought, spurred by the absence of any command from Desmond. She devoted herself even more earnestly to her healing spell, channeling her efforts into accelerating Alice's recovery.
