"Young lady. Senna here feels that Fersy might be unwell," Lina explained the issue concerning Genevieve, using hand gestures for emphasis.
"Is that true, Senna?" Genevieve asked Senna, her body language reflecting curiosity.
"Yes, young lady," Senna replied nervously, clutching her hand tightly, displaying her anxiety.
"Very well then," Genevieve said, turning her attention to Fersy. "You are Fersy, right? Come here; let me examine you."
Suddenly, the atmosphere grew tense among them, as if time had momentarily stopped. Fersy could feel it, trying to maintain a composed appearance, but the tension was evident in their stiff body language.
"Fersy, didn't you hear the young lady's call? Come quickly," Rian said tensely, moving his lips rapidly.
Fersy nodded and approached Genevieve with slightly hesitant steps, revealing his inner turmoil.
