Chapter Eight

Cecy blinked slowly, returning from her memories, and the warm smile on past-Lydia’s face slowly morphed into the calm features of the Lydia-now in her vision. She was saying something.
‘......Not yet awake, has to wait——Cecy? Cecy?’ 
‘Oh, nothing,’ Cecy hastily answered. ‘Just got distracted thinking of something. Sorry.’
Lydia sighed, and repeated what she said clearly, ‘I said Will is not yet awake, thanks to the rebuff he received when creeping into your mind blindly confident as if he was a welcomed and expected guest. So, you have to wait, we all do. But he will heal, it’s just a matter of time.’ She added.