To her concerned hug, Orland slowly separated while holding onto her arms.
"… Ah… I apologise, dear… I… ahem... on the way here all I was able to think of was how you were doing... Excuse this old heart of mine…"
'N-no… It's alright, mister… the fact I'm this fine is what's actually weird…' — Shaking her head as she watched her Father wipe away a tear that made it out of his lids, Marianne turned serious. Patting his shoulders in concern and sorry demeanour. — 'Don't apologise, mister…'
"Sigh… Come here, dear. I will move you to bed so Deslys and Talmhach can take a better look at you."
