The little girl stared at Gawain, slightly dazed, and curiously asked, "You know my name?"
Gawain smiled and gently patted the little girl's hair, "You seem to know me too."
"You're Gawain, the great hero from long ago!" the little girl said happily, but her voice had a slight rasp, very different from the clear, pleasant voice in the dream realm, "My dad used to tell me your stories... the maids are all saying that you've come to the castle..."
As the little girl spoke, she started running out of breath and stopped to pant a little, seemingly too excited to remember her physical condition. Gawain quickly said, "Speak slower, no rush, I'll be staying here for a while."
"My god..." Amber's voice finally came from behind Gawain, the half-elf looked on with a pained expression, a tone full of astonishment, "How could she end up like this..."
The maid standing behind the chair lowered her head, seeming quite uneasy in front of Lady Ropeney, "I'm sorry, my lady, but Miss Patty..."
