"Shard!"
This Sunday afternoon, as Shard stepped out of the basement, marveling at how it felt like he hadn't been home for over a month despite being away for just two days, footsteps echoed from the stairs, and then Dorothy rushed down, directly embracing Shard.
"I'm okay, don't worry too much."
"If you're really okay, I wouldn't believe you wouldn't come home to stay last night."
Miss Writer, who knew him quite well, secretly wiped away a tear and then said to him. Shard was caught off guard by this remark, so he let Mia jump upstairs on its own and then took Dorothy's hand and walked upstairs as well.
"I'm really okay."
He reiterated, and Dorothy nodded, smiling as she said:
"Now I know, if you weren't feeling well, you definitely wouldn't have taken a bath before coming back."
"Hmm..."
"Priest Augustus came by yesterday."
Dorothy didn't notice Shard's hesitation when they entered the living room on the second floor, and continued speaking.
