"Is she alright?" Sera asked with a slightly worried tone as she stepped out of the bathroom, wiping her sweat with a towel after finishing an intense morning workout.
"I... I'm still not sure," Aether muttered, wearing a loosely tied night robe. He looked down at Helena, who was... like... just sitting there blankly, her wide eyes glued to the ceiling, mouth slightly agape, completely frozen.
He had guided her to sit on the chair, but since then... she hadn't moved an inch.
Aether crouched in front of her, waving his hand gently in front of her face.
No response.
He even tried to call her name, softly, then a bit louder, even with a slight edge of frustration—but nothing. It was like she had completely disconnected from reality. Just... staring.
Unblinking.
Unmoving.
A shell.
It felt so surreal that he muttered to himself, "It's like... like a child witnessing their parents do something they didn't understand but really horrified.... Maybe Traumatised?"
