"Wake up, sweety pie..."
"Let me sleep a bit more, Aisha. It's still early. I'll do the training later," Myne muttered, waving his hand left and right, trying to grab his quilt to cover his face out of habit—but found nothing. Confused, he opened his eyes, only to find that instead of Aisha, someone else was standing before him with a meaningful smile on her face.
"And who could this Aisha be?" she asked, her hands behind her back, showing no trace of being injured.
"She... F*ck, are you alright? I saw you falling from the sky, and... and... Aren't you injured?" Myne, about to answer her, suddenly realized who he was talking to. He jolted up and asked, only to notice that she didn't seem injured at all. Instead, she looked even more beautiful—like she had just come back from a parlor.