"I... I'm fine."
Noah forced a faint nod before meeting her gaze. "And yes... I have many questions."
Morgana quietly walked toward his bed. She pulled the wooden stool closer and sat beside him with graceful composure, crossing her right leg over her left. Folding her arms beneath her chest, she studied Noah for a brief moment.
The usually cold instructor seemed noticeably quieter today.
Noah hesitated. His lips parted several times before any words came out.
There was only one question that truly mattered. One question he had been terrified to ask ever since he regained consciousness.
He slowly lowered his eyes. "Instructor Morgana..."
His voice had become almost a whisper.
"...Mary."
He swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "Is she... alright?"
"...Did you save her?"
Silence filled the room. It lasted only a few seconds, yet to Noah it felt unbearably long.
Morgana lowered her gaze.
A quiet sigh escaped her lips. "...I'm truly sorry, Noah. We couldn't save her."
