4 AM. Tia's Cell.
Several days had passed in the underground prison. The girl wasn't aware of what happened on the surface, only clinging to hope that Zal would free her soon. Back then, she noticed the act Zal did and played along. What the automaton did was intended to fool Gregory into believing that Zal had dumped her.
It was a success.
However, having nothing to do but draw on the mossy wall with the sharp stone in hand drove anxiety in her mind. To suppress such feeling, Tia resorted to conversing with the white tiger, albeit so little due to the latter being not too responsive to her words.
Now, the white tiger approached her cell with a stew in hand.
"Wake up, kid. Here's your breakfast."
Gregory was the one responsible for bringing food to her cell, just enough to maintain her health.
"Oh… r-right. Thanks."
The white tiger adventurer leaned on the wall, waiting for Tia to finish the simplest soup ever.
