A few hours of rest it all took for Amelia to recover. When she woke up she found herself no longer feeling nauseous. Although there was something unnatural about her ether flow, it wasn't as uncomfortable as before.
"How are you now?" Hearing the voice of a familiar person, Amelia instantly turned her head and found Richard sitting there.
He was holding a book while wearing a more casual pair of clothes. With his hair bound in a high ponytail, he looked nothing less than,
"Divine."
"Pardon?" Richard tilted his head; confused if she was still asleep and was mumbling things.
Amelia straightened her back slowly and repeated herself, "You are looking good in that outfit. I was complimenting you."
Richard looked at himself and found nothing peculiar to get praised. But he didn't deny her words and, with a smile, voiced a thank you.
Resting the book on the bedside table he brought his hand to her forehead.
