"Oh, isn't this Great Witch Priesia? I really didn't expect to see that you had been caught too."
Inmate 3340, Meiruki, crossed her arms and looked at the bedridden, feeble Priesia with great interest.
Priesia glanced at her blankly and didn't respond.
"Do you know her?" Aiden asked Meiruki.
"How could I not? Like that woman in cell number twelve who uses demons as servants, she's a big shot at the witches' gathering," Meiruki shrugged, "What's with this pathetic look of hers?"
"It seems she swallowed something strange; it's stuck somewhere in her digestive tract and she can't get it out. Do you have a way to treat it?" Aiden asked bluntly.
"She swallowed a foreign object? Just because of this?" Meiruki seemed very surprised, "Can't she deal with it herself?"
"She's got amnesia, right now she's basically useless." Aiden answered succinctly.
"Amnesia... What happened?"