"Lathel?!" Lafien turned her head when she heard the familiar voice, a happy smile appearing on her thin face.
"You've gotten a lot thinner than before." Lathel said as he noticed that Lafien was actually quite thin.
Her cheeks were no longer as plump as before, revealing high cheekbones; her eyes were slightly dark, her hands were clearly skinny, and her skin was pale like an anaemic patient.
Lafien forced a smile: "This… I… haven't had much of an appetite lately, so…"
"Are you having problems? Or is this place making you uncomfortable?"
"That…" Lafien heard Lathel ask, feeling a little warm in his heart: "No, I still feel fine. It's just… Lathel, will you… forgive me?"
Lafien asked, and she raised her head to look at him; her eyes carried a kind of expectation, also mixed with a bit of worry.
Lathel smiled reassuringly at her: "I have never forgiven you…"
Lafien was startled, her emotions suddenly surging like a volcano.