For a moment Mika's stomach twisted with unease.
What if Fauna really had forgotten everything that had happened between them the previous night?
That would be a nightmare—all that effort, all the tension and carefully built emotion, gone.
He peered over the crowd again, watching her smile and instruct the patients.
'She looks way too normal.' He thought, brows furrowing slightly. 'Not a hint of fluster...maybe she already moved on? Maybe it just took an extra day?'
Then, just as he was starting to worry, one of the smallest patients—a girl no older than eight—hesitantly raised her hand.
Fauna immediately noticed. She crouched down to the child's level, her kind smile never faltering.
"Yes, darling? What can I do for you?"
The little girl fidgeted, twisting her fingers together.
Seeing the legendary Plague Maiden so close—the woman she'd only ever seen on hospital posters and TV made her shy. But Fauna's warmth had a way of melting hesitation.
