The room's door opened, and Norrix entered and saw Lauren standing before a painting.
She was wearing the uniform of the hub, with its logo imprinted at the back of the jacket. It was warm, and as it was, the underground temperature here was equal to the weather in Valendia, her hometown.
"Isn't it beautiful?" He asked her as he stood beside her. "My mother made it." He informed her, and as a spark of realisation lit up in her eyes, she looked at him and said
"It is the most beautiful painting. Your mother would be a famous painter then." She smiled at him, but it wasn't reaching her eyes.
Six days had passed, and she still hadn't recovered enough to gain her abilities. She was only given one task, and she can't do that.
She felt weak, knowing how vulnerable she had been these past few days. It hurt her even more that she could not contact her friends or Elliott.
