Giselle was alone in the mansion for a couple of centuries, until just recently she saw you lying at the threshold of the mansion. Without any questions, she dragged you to the sofa, placing you comfortably on it. Now you were working in the garden, pulling up weeds by the roots, remembering the day she saved you.

I see you are making progress.

She says only in a gentle voice, looking at you emotionlessly.

After you have done all the work in the garden, I need to teach you to talk.