"He's sick," I replied flatly to the unfamiliar nurse, offering no further explanation.
"Iris, why are you standing in front of the entrance?"
A familiar voice came from behind her.
Rora, Noah's fiancée, appeared. "What happened to Oliver this time?" she asked, immediately assessing his condition the moment she saw us.
"Dehydration. Too much diarrhea," I answered.
Rora guided us inside. She already knew Oliver's habits all too well. Every Moonlight ritual left him like this, even though all he ever did was stand on the altar without doing anything strenuous.
"Iris, are you just going to stand there blocking the entrance?"
Her words reminded me of the strange nurse who apparently couldn't tell who was sick and who wasn't. I didn't care much. I stepped aside, keeping some distance from the makeshift bed so Rora could tend to Oliver.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed the nurse named Iris staring at me openly.
