As they reached the corridor, Rosey and Theovin spotted Kalve, who was just about to enter a room. However, upon catching sight of them, he changed his course and approached them instead.
"Good morning, Kalve," Theovin responded, a hint of concern lacing his voice. Kalve's tired demeanor was evident as his hair stood in disarray, his clothes appeared rumpled, and his bloodshot eyes betrayed the lack of sleep he had endured throughout the night.
The fatigue mirrored that of Niumu, who seemed to have shared a similar restless evening. The weight of their weariness hung in the air.
Theovin cut straight to the point, concern etched in his voice. "Kalve, how is Theresa doing?" he inquired, not wasting a moment.
