"I knew she wasn't dead! Quick, get me the earliest flight available!"
In the manor, I pruned excess flower stems with scissors, selecting a few of the most beautiful blooms to arrange in a vase.
Bending down to breathe in their scent, I carried the vase contentedly, looking for the perfect place to put it.
As I climbed the steps, I stumbled but didn't fall.
Dylan Foster happened to see this and immediately set down what he was holding, striding quickly to my side.
"Are you alright? Do you feel unwell?"
Seeing his anxious expression, I found it somewhat amusing.
"I'm fine, I didn't even fall."
He helped me inside, carefully placing the vase before taking out a wet wipe to clean my hands.
"That doesn't matter. You're still very weak right now and need to be extra careful."
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