In the suburbs, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the city, stood a remote mansion. Within its elegant walls, Scovia lay unconsciously on a soft bed, her delicate features at peace yet clouded with pain. The room was flooded with sunlight, casting a warm glow on her face. The hushed whispers of concerned voices surrounded her. An elegant old lady, the perfection of grace and wisdom, stood vigilantly beside her, her eyes filled with concern.
"How is Scovia?" she whispered to the doctor beside her. "Will she be alright?"
The doctor focused on Scovia's frail form, turned to the old lady with a gentle smile. "Yes, madam. Scovia is out of danger. Though she hasn't regained her vision yet, her body responds well to treatment, and her face has shown signs of recovery."
Relief washed over the old lady's face as she let out a sigh of relief. "I see," she replied, her voice filled with hope.