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Emilia brushed her hair dry with her towel, walking out of the bathroom, wearing her robe.
With her hair still wet, she walked up towards Henry and checked his forehead and cheeks for a fever.
Luckily, he was still gently cold and appropriately warm, showing no signs of developing fever.
She perched down on the small console in her room, next to her bed, sitting right next to Henry and looking at his resting face.
She felt a bit disturbed, having witnessed a lot gut wrenching and extremely graphic things.
She hated herself for acting so composed during the whole situation, whereas any normal person would’ve fainted, at the mere sound of guns going off.
And not only had she witnessed fire coming out of a gun but also noticed two murders right in front of her eyes, with the men th
