"Your clothes. I cannot measure you with them on."
"Oh, for fuck's sake."
"Gov'nor, you cannot be measured with clothes on."
"Fine. Just get it over with," you say reluctantly.
"I will."
He approaches you with the measuring instruments.
Next
The drizzle from before has turned into a full-on downpour.
You remember from your time in The War that these sudden storms are no anomaly. It is a rare day when it doesn't rain. And the rain comes on suddenly. Combat is hard in such an environment.
You can hear the heavy rain pounding against the roof of the manor as you walk through its halls.
You're on the hunt for Elya's guest room. It's difficult to tell what is what, however. While a small inscription identifying the room is etched into the wall beside each door, it's in Kroridian. You can speak it, but you're not literate in the language.
You've been mostly free since getting measured. Free to wander and search the halls.
Finally, the sound of Elya's voice captures your attention. You approach the door of the room you heard it from and knock.
A few seconds later, the door swings open. Elya stands before you, her exhaustion clear on her face. She sighs in relief upon seeing that it's just you.
Elya laughs and steps away from the doorway, allowing you to enter. "Tell me about it. I don't understand a single word of Kroridian. It's all been really fucking confusing."
"I'm rusty at it. Some stuff is lost on me. Never could read it, though," you say.
As you walk further into her guest room, you can see a second person sprawled out on the guest bed. Elya notices you staring and says, "Oh. That's Mom. I had the surgeons take her to this room. I'm actually sleeping in the room to the right of this one."
"Oh."
"Yeah…" She trails off as she looks at Mira. After a few moments, Elya breaks the silence and answers your unspoken question. "She's… okay. Getting better. Slowly. She's just still…" She trails off again.