WORRIED

I walked with Cloud to his room. We discussed something even more important.

"Cloud, can't medical treatment be free for the residents?" I asked as I entered his room.

"Not for the time being, Ara. Our trade balance is in deficit due to the mass recruitment of soldiers," he answered and sat down in his chair.

"What if I make ten more fashion designs to pay for the residents' free medical treatment?" I asked and sat down at his desk.

Cloud sighed. He rubbed his head. "Are you sure? You'll be exhausted, Ara." He seemed worried about my condition.

"I'm sure I can, Cloud. I ask your permission. If these ten fashion designs are sold, the money will go towards free medical treatment for the residents."

Cloud smiled. He then held my right hand. "Thank you, Ara. You have helped me a lot."

I smiled back too. "Let's solve this problem together," I said and took his hand with my left hand.