"Are you sure she is Gerald's daughter?" A young woman approached Grilla, as she stared at Iris. "Or is she just pretending to be nice?"
Grilla shook her head. "I don't know," she replied in a small voice, but she intended to look at her closely.
Meanwhile, Iris was not aware of what they were talking about, she only thought that they were mocking or cursing her for being there, which she was already used to and now, she only focused on what she was doing.
Attentively, she removed the bandages and cleaned up the rotten flesh and applied ointment, before she bandaged the wounds again. She had done it thrice before, so the fourth time was much easier for her.
However, the fifth man stirred and opened his eyes. Iris was surprised, but offered him a smile. She just put on ointment and only needed to bandage him again, but seeing he woke up, she offered to give him a glass of water, thinking he must be thirsty after being unconscious for so long.
