"Ah… Natasha…"
Another voice slipped in before I could fully process what was happening.
Trisha.
She had recovered enough to speak at last, her breathing steadier now as her gaze slowly settled on me. There was a softness in her eyes, something gentle and composed, but beneath that calm surface lingered something else—something sharper, heavier, and far more difficult to read.
"It seems you've seen me in a rather embarrassing state," she said, her voice smooth but faintly unsteady. "I apologize for that. We're in the middle of preparing several things so we can proceed with the creation of the medicine. So if you would be so kind, please allow Master and me to continue, and you may return to whatever it was you were doing."
