She was safe. That was the first thing to come to mind when Anise awakened that morning. The creatures that pursued her and her friends through the forest were far behind them now.
Of course, she wasn't completely in the clear. The rash on her hand had spread up most of her forearm. A quick search led to the recovery of the shopping bag from yesterday, from which Anise grabbed the make-up tube and began applying it to her arm. In the end, it couldn't hide all hints of discoloration on the skin, but the redness had been paled enough that it wasn't too obvious. At least no one would see it from a distance.
A nurse arrived soon after she was finished, and Anise cooperated as she was escorted first to the Sun Room for a quick stop at the bulletin, then to the Chapel. Though Anise had given up on any hope of being rescued from the institute through divine intervention, the atmosphere of the room reminded her of home, and that was reason enough to visit there from time to time.
Upon entering the room, she immediately spotted Claude and Ilia, who both appeared to be in one piece. That was good to see. But they were involved in their own little conversation, and it'd be rude to butt in, so Anise began to make her way to the front of the room instead. On her way, however, she caught a glimpse of a handsome man's face... then stopped, took a couple steps back, and looked again.
With his eyes closed, Anise was able to steal a much longer look than was normally polite. His face really did look like that of a storybook prince, though. Anise wanted to try talking to him, but he looked like he was resting, or maybe meditating... Maybe she'd just be bothering him.
But then again, what kind of heartless monster would reject the company of a poor little (cute) girl like her? Batting her eyelashes, she took another step closer and opened with a timid-sounding, "Um... excuse me. Is it okay if I sit here?"
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Of course, she wasn't completely in the clear. The rash on her hand had spread up most of her forearm. A quick search led to the recovery of the shopping bag from yesterday, from which Anise grabbed the make-up tube and began applying it to her arm. In the end, it couldn't hide all hints of discoloration on the skin, but the redness had been paled enough that it wasn't too obvious. At least no one would see it from a distance.
A nurse arrived soon after she was finished, and Anise cooperated as she was escorted first to the Sun Room for a quick stop at the bulletin, then to the Chapel. Though Anise had given up on any hope of being rescued from the institute through divine intervention, the atmosphere of the room reminded her of home, and that was reason enough to visit there from time to time.
Upon entering the room, she immediately spotted Claude and Ilia, who both appeared to be in one piece. That was good to see. But they were involved in their own little conversation, and it'd be rude to butt in, so Anise began to make her way to the front of the room instead. On her way, however, she caught a glimpse of a handsome man's face... then stopped, took a couple steps back, and looked again.
With his eyes closed, Anise was able to steal a much longer look than was normally polite. His face really did look like that of a storybook prince, though. Anise wanted to try talking to him, but he looked like he was resting, or maybe meditating... Maybe she'd just be bothering him.
But then again, what kind of heartless monster would reject the company of a poor little (cute) girl like her? Batting her eyelashes, she took another step closer and opened with a timid-sounding, "Um... excuse me. Is it okay if I sit here?"