Tuba still hadn't woken up. That previous, random sentence seemed to be nothing more than his delirious muttering.
Maybe that was a good thing—it could be a sign he was recovering.
As for Lily, Charles fussed over her for a long time but still couldn't figure out what was going on with her, so the matter was set aside for now.
In the warship's first-class cabin, Lily mustered all her strength to close the novel in front of her. A swarm of brightly colored mice nearby immediately hustled another book over, but she still wasn't pleased. Romance novels were piled high all over the bed, yet she hadn't found one she wanted to read.
"How much longer until we get home? I've read these novels twice already. Life on the ship is so boring. I really should've brought more with me."
The golden mouse glanced back at the quiet room, tilted her head thoughtfully, and darted toward the kitchen. She was feeling a bit hungry, and the rest of the mice scurried after her in a flash.
