"Csille, maybe you should rest first. You look exhausted."
I look back at Brother Pascal and shake my head. We are currently in the isolation area, cleaning the rooms to prepare it for the incoming school year.
"I'll just finish this, Brother. I'm almost done." I continue brushing the windows. Trying to take off the stains. There were some bloodstains and some unidentified things.
I heard Brother Pascal sigh. He then takes the brush away from my hand and squints his eyes at me. "Csille Lauretré! When will you learn to listen? Look at you. You look so exhausted already, yet you won't rest. Are you planning to worry everyone here? I know you're just eager to help, but if this continues, you'll be the one needing help." He then shakes his head. "Go get some rest first. I'll handle everything here."
