Eventually, they were invited to the room where Nephis was sleeping—this time on a hospital bed rather than sealed within the confines of a sleeping pod. The Academy's administration wanted to prevent any additional harm, and logically, they thought to call upon the members of Changing Star's cohort for assistance.
Having the reassurance of familiar faces upon awakening would likely provide some comfort. And if not, the presence of four Masters would suffice in addressing any unexpected issues that might arise.
Sunny stood in a corner, observing Nephis with a reflective grimace. Her pale complexion, her silver hair—he had seen her frequently through the translucent cover of the sleeping pod, shrouded in its spectral glow. Now that she had exited and was rejoining the realm of reality, Changing Star seemed considerably more tangible. And curiously fragile.
She had really returned.
He let out a sigh.
