Meanwhile.
Javier's room.
Myra and Kalea were checking Gracelle's condition while Mimi lay on the couch, engrossed in her mana glasses.
"Uoohhh!! That food looks delicious nya!" Mimi exclaimed, her eyes glued to the screen.
Gracelle glanced toward where Mimi was lying down.
I wonder what she's talking about?
She glanced around the room.
There's no food here.
Myra smiled warmly. "Okay, Miss Gracelle. Your health and condition are improving steadily. Your vitals are stable, and your body is responding well to the treatment."
Gracelle's eyes lit up with hope. "So can I eat normal food now? No more porridge?"
Kalea let out a weary exhale, shaking her head. "Not yet. But you can start eating light foods. You can add two or three pieces of meat and other soft ingredients, but nothing roasted or oily for now. Your stomach still needs to adjust."
Gracelle's shoulders slumped as she pouted, her expression a mix of disappointment and resignation.
"Mm… okay."
