"Good morning, Doctor. How do you feel today? Dr. Kal'tsit briefed me on what happened: that you have not developed psychosis from entering that Simulated Universe. That is good. You are quite resilient when it comes to Originium."

Shining quietly clicks the door shut behind her. The tall, pale Sarkaz woman approaches your bedside and seats herself on the neighboring chair. That sword, which she typically cradles in her arm like a baby is set against the nightstand

"Nezzsalem and his nazcherer army have returned to Kazdel. It was thanks to you and Amiya that the Myriad Souls can finally rest in peace. Nearl was the one who found you unconscious on the field. Be sure to thank her later, you understand how much she enjoys your praise"

Shining's hands which were folded on her lap, gently unclasp and reach for her hood. She pulls it back, and lets her long silver hair spill down her shoulders. Her horns, white as tusk, seemed to have an ethereal glow under the fluorescent lighting

"But it is I who came to offer you my gratitude. For not only freeing our forsaken ancestors, but... well."

Her voice trails as she removes her black cloak, leaving her in a soft wool sweater and leggings. She crawls onto the bed, and looms over you with that emotionless expression she always wears; only now accompanied by a faint dust of red on her cheeks

"I admit that your heroism reminds me of a certain knight, and yet you have no admirers of your own. It is curious, no?"