"Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, Sister Lily!"

As soon as I heard from the church priest that Mirif had recovered, I went into the room and met her gaze as she lay on the bed.

She slowly sat up as I entered, but I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, easing her back onto the bed.

"Stay lying down. You're still recovering."

"Most of the recovery is done, thanks to you bringing me here on time, Sister Lily."

“…I’m glad to hear that.”

Knowing that Mirif was safe finally lifted a heavy weight from my chest.

In that narrow …