The next morning.
Armand Nation.
Armand Estate, Javier's Room.
Myra and Juria finished checking Gracelle's condition, their expressions calm and professional. Myra smiled warmly as she closed her medical kit.
"Your condition is improving well, Miss Gracelle. You just need to take slow walks around the room or the hallway to regain your strength. Nothing too strenuous, but gentle movement will help."
Gracelle nodded, a soft smile on her lips before she glanced at Myra with hopeful eyes. "So… can I… umm… eat chocolate now?"
Myra smiled and shook her head gently. "Not yet, Miss Gracelle. It's not that your body isn't ready, but without permission from His Highness, who performed the surgery and knows your condition best, we cannot authorize any new foods. We need to follow his instructions to ensure your full recovery."
"Oh…" Gracelle's smile faltered slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering in her eyes before she nodded. "I understand…"
