"Firiell! Are you okay?" Jeanne gasped and immediately rushed to her side.
"Woah, woah, easy there. Lay back down, bud." I also trotted over and gently pushed her shoulders back down, so she was now laying down again.
"Mm-hmm," she rubbed her eyes and smiled, "I'm very good. It was faster than I expected. At least I didn't spend years in there…"
"Are you sure? Do you feel anything wrong anywhere?" Jeanne worriedly said while pressing her palm against the little girl's forehead, checking her temperature. She also took the time to carefully examine everything that she could possibly check.
While Jeanne was busy asking this and that, just like her usual caring self, I silently observed Firiell's expression and body language. Strange. She actually looked calm. Didn't expect her to be this… Composed, if I may, after seeing her abuser's past.
