"I wonder if my appraisal can show anything about it."
Beatrix tilted her head with a thoughtful expression. "Appraisal, huh? Might be worth a shot. Could give us a clue on how to get across safely… assuming such a way even exists."
"Then we'll head there tomorrow," Evan said. "It's already late, and I have no desire to wander outside in this messed-up place after dark."
"…hmm… yeahhh…"
Beatrix gave a sleepy hum in agreement, her voice growing more sluggish near the end.
Evan looked up from the tablet when he noticed the odd tone of her voice, only to see Beatrix drifting off to sleep on Artemisia's shoulder.
He looked between Artemisia and Beatrix, then back at Artemisia before asking, "Did you do something to her?"
Artemisia responded calmly, "Just a little sleeping medicine."
She gently laid Beatrix down on the bed and pulled a blanket over her.
"Why forcefully put her to sleep?" Evan asked, one brow raised.
