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Ysabel stared at her hand. She sat on the bed, not even feeling any bit sleepy.
Reis kept glancing at her, not knowing what to say or what to ask.
Ysabel seemed to be lost in thought. She had not stopped looking at her hand.
The former palace maid arranged Ysabel's clothes, secured the used ones inside the trunk and put out the dress she was to wear the next day.
"Speak your mind, Reis. But let me say this before you could ask, I'm fine. I just have a lot of things going on in my head. But I'm fine."
Reis pursed her lips. She nodded at Ysabel's obviously bothered look.
"Okay," the former palace maid murmured. "You keep saying that, but you do not look fine to me. I don't want to force you to tell me things. If you're willing, then know that I'm always here to listen."
Ysabel appreciated the gesture. She desperately needed a friend like Reis. But it was unfortunate that she could not tell Reis anything.