As the shimmering lights began to fade—
Luka's breathing returned to something resembling normal—
The World Tree's voice then echoed gently:
"By the way. I can sense the turmoil in your thoughts. You're worried about your personal maid, aren't you?"
Luka stiffened, his eyes snapping up to the towering branches above him.
"I... Yeah," he admitted, almost reluctantly.
He had tried not to think about it, not to let the anxiety worm its way too deeply into his mind.
But it had been there, gnawing at him ever since the last encounter.
"Do you... know what happened to her?"
A whisper of leaves, almost like a sigh.
"She was not tortured," the World Tree replied, its tone laced with reassurance.
"She was arrested, yes... but she was quickly released. She's waiting for you now, back at the place you're staying. I must say, she's quite worried about you. "Hasn't stopped asking about you since."
