"Lambert..." Louis smiled, his voice hoarse yet gentle, "You're alive too."
Lambert was momentarily stunned, then quickly smiled.
He knelt on one knee, reaching out to hold Louis's arm, fearing his body was too weak to sit steadily.
"Don't be so tense, I... just slept for how long?" Louis softly asked.
Lambert hesitated for a moment, "Five full days."
"Five... days?" Louis's eyes widened, "You mean I was unconscious for five whole days?"
"Yes." Lambert looked at him with a complex expression, "We all thought you were just exhausted. The doctor checked and said it was just overexertion, with no external injuries. But... no one can explain why you slept for so long."
Louis was silent for a few seconds.
Indeed mysterious, that torrent of memories lasted only minutes in his consciousness, and the illusion was even more fragmented, seemingly just a few fleeting moments.
Yet he had slept for a full five days...
"My lord?" Lambert asked.
