Alys – 3

7:55 AM

Alys stopped before a door, which had a placard with the occupant’s name.

She knocked on the door.

“Yes? Who is it~?” The voice of a young girl replied from the other side.

“Madam, it is time to get dressed. I am coming in,” Alys said.

She opened the door to the bedroom where a child, no more than ten years of age, was lying on her bed. Her brown hair was a mess, as she pulled the covers off of herself.

“Alys!” she exclaimed, opening her arms wide, expecting a hug.

Alys complied, and gave the child a hug. “Madam Yura, it is almost time for your morning meal. Let us get you dressed.”

Yura simply smiled and let Alys change her clothes, helping where she could. After it was all said and done, Alys took the folded up wheelchair on the side of the bed and opened it up, and gently placed Yura in it.

“Thank you, Alys~! I wish I could be more independent…” Yura looked down at her legs. From the outside they seemed fine, but a disease had taken their mobility from the young girl.

“Do not fret about such things. I am here to humbly assist you.”

“Is Papa awake yet?” Yura asked with a smile on her face.

“…” A very slight twinge of annoyance appeared on Alys’s face, probably recalling what happened half an hour ago. “He is, and if he is not, I will go wake him up… again.”

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