"Why are you out here?" A voice disrupted Oriana's thoughts, causing her to turn her head. "Master."
Observing her restless demeanor, Erich approached her, concern etched across his face. "What's troubling you?"
Oriana glanced in the direction where Arlan had vanished, struggling to find the right words to explain to her master.
"I... I just stepped out to get some fresh air, but I suddenly felt restless."
Erich studied her pale complexion. "You've been working since morning. You need rest."
"I'm fine, Master," she replied with a forced smile, as if to prove her point. She then asked, "But why are you awake at this hour?"
Erich lazily scratched his temple, still bearing the signs of sleep and exhaustion on his face. "My mind conjured up new medicines for the King, and I need to start preparing them."
"I'll help you," Oriana offered.
Noticing her troubled state, Erich accepted her offer. "Alright. Come inside."