While Emery was still tending the fiery red-haired girl, he also took advantage of this opportunity to start asking questions, strongly hoping she would be willing to answer.
"So, how many days have you been here?"
The girl was silent. It was apparent she didn't want to say anything, but Emery persisted. He shifted his body and looked straight into her eyes, waiting for an answer.
Perhaps because of the emotions within Emery's eyes or something else entirely, Morgana turned her head to the other way and muttered in an extremely soft, almost inaudible voice.
"…Three days."
Nodding his head at her answer, Emery proceeded to pull and tie the clothes he had used to bandage her wound, causing her to hiss slightly.
"Now, tell me. How do you know this place?"
Morgana, once again, didn't immediately answer his question. But moments later, she slowly said, "It was... the High Priestess. She told me about this place."
