Vishi lay on the bed looking at the top of the tent, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her eyes as sparkling as a spring pond, and her breathing rhythm was like the most enchanting symphony. Suddenly, the Ghost Prophet lifted its neck like a swan, and the silent darkness echoed with a repressed whimper, followed by complete silence.
There was a rustling sound, and Ash emerged from under the blanket, picked up the drink cup on the bedside table, and found the pineapple juice inside was full again. He smirked slightly and took a big gulp.
Ash turned to see Vishi still slumped on the bed, almost melting into a puddle. She had just said she needed to replenish energy for the transaction, but now it seemed she had exhausted even the very last bit of energy.
"The reward is over." Ash said, "Are you satisfied?"
"...Just average," Vishi pouted, "It's just that, barely counts as you passing."
