After shuffling through different hallways and floors, Nathalie now stood in front of the door of where Keith stayed for the whole time. She turned around, watching them with deep concern on their faces.
Most especially to Jonathan, the ever concerning person he remained, and she needed him to reassurance—looking how the subtle dark bags under his eyes now became a flaw to his face, he needed a good night's rest.
[I'll be alright. Oh, before I go on, palms first.] Even without explaining things further, Jonathan got it right away: palms opened and to his waist level. She then continued, [You've done well; I shall offer my sincere gratitude.]
From the pouch, she then dropped another box of which they knew what was inside with the sudden glass chimes in it.
"N—No, this is too much—!"
