Eya patted Reon's sleepyhead. "Sleep well," she muttered in a hushed voice.
While looking at the sleeping Reon, she wondered what her parents might be thinking. Where is their daughter, what happened to her, and is she even alive? Eya could not believe it when she recalled she was helping a scientist.
I never thought scientists would be so loving… she thought. Reon was vulnerable, more than loving. She needed a place to sleep and food to eat, Eya appeared at the right time and gave her that. She needed protection, Atama-sensei stepped in.
She patted her head last time and was about to get up when her eyes fell on her hand. At first, she thought how tiny her hand is, but then remembered her hand. Second, she saw something missing.
Eya frowned and leaned over Reon to take a look at her hand. It was under his breast, but the pinky part of her hand was visible.
'I have been tortured.' She remembered what Reon had told her.