Grounded.

"By the way, Millie..." Ayana looked at her caretaker as she put ointments on her bruises.

Her curly caramel hair strands floated in the air and the dim light in her gaze clearly expressed her tired state, but that was all done on purpose as the perpetrator was no one else but Ayana herself. Smirking in disguise as she enjoyed the cool breeze passing through.

It was an astonishment for Mildred since all it took was just one hour for Ayana to drain the energy out of her.

The tedious process initially started with a small request made by Ayana to call each other informally. But when Mildred refused her out of respect, Ayana started bothering her repeatedly and didn't back off in the argument.