Rasmus sat on the chair next to the bed where Astrea was resting with Sisylia and Garcia taking care of her wounds. Daryus was helping those two understand Astrea's condition and told them about Sima the divine physician. Daryus himself admitted that both Sisylia and Garcia might be on par with Sima based on their knowledge. However, Daryus was a bit skeptical because Astrea's condition was different from anything, especially that Serena couldn't even heal Astrea's condition.
"Count..." Astrea slowly opened her eyes to look at Rasmus, her face pale and tired like someone who was ready to face their deaths, the face of acceptance.
"Lady," Rasmus nodded his head, his expression calm and non-judgmental, especially with the horrible smell that the wounds all over her body produced. "You look worse than the last time I saw you," he said and looked at the open wounds.
"Yes, it is..." Astrea muttered weakly. "My time is coming, Count," she slowly closed her eyes.
