"Hmm... Things are looking good."
Sitting at her table, the girl with chestnut hair mumbled to herself. Everything seemed to be falling into place – her grades were on the rise, and her family's guild was navigating through smoother waters.
"Who is this? Isn't it my lovely daughter?"
At that moment, a lively but curt voice echoed from the doorway – a voice she had grown accustomed to, one that never failed to bring warmth to her heart.
"Father."
She mumbled softly, her gaze fixed on the robust figure standing before her. Her father looked healthier than ever, and the sight brought a subtle comfort to her soul.
"Don't look at me like that, Emily. You know, I had far long healed."
