240 Back in Feuersturm (Part 5/8)

"Cheer up, Faustina," said Orwell, as he gave her a single grape. "It's not the end of the world."

Faustina feels as if her eyes were akin to a dead fish. She was staring practically at nothing while lying down at the couch. Orwell was now with her, keeping company. They are both in the study, with Orwell acting as Faustina's tutor so that she wouldn't fall behind her subjects in Magierstadt. 

"I'm really sorry, Orwell." Faustina said. "It's really hard for me to focus right now."

How many days has it been? Four? It has been four days since the king told her about something in the sapphire palace. And up until now she hasn't fully recovered. Just in two days and she will be returning to Magierstadt, but Faustina wasn't at the verge of recovery. At least, not her state of mind. Her body was already fine and well-rested, but her mind was always lost.

"It's alright. I'm worried about you," Orwell retorted.