Arthur was already dressed and fed by the time Arabella came by to check on him the very next morning.
As per his usual, the man settled on that same chair only to stare aimlessly through the window.
At first glance, nothing on him seemed to have changed, but upon gazing at him for a second or two longer, the returning colors on his face became harder to ignore. Even his eyes had somehow grown busier with life.
"Morning, Arthur," she chirped, standing near the window, "Today is yet another beautiful day to breathe through,"
Once again… No response which wasn't too surprising.
"Alright then, I will leave you be for now," she made her way back towards the door, "I will be coming back to check on you around noon,"
With that, Arabella exited the room without pushing him further. He would come around eventually… If he ever got to doing that. At the very least he was safe.
"Morning," Ada waited for her by the door.
