No one knew what Roy had whispered to the unconscious Mia. After quite a while, he finally opened the door and slowly walked out of the pitch-black room.
"What were you doing in there?"
Aisling's mood had improved considerably after seeing Roy emerge from Mia's ward, and she could not help feeling curious.
"Nothing. Just testing one of my theories."
"What theory?"
"A theory is something you have to guess, then think about whether your guess is right."
"Guess whether I'm going to guess."
"I guess—"
Aisling and Roy walked side by side through the hospital ward corridor. Seeing Roy still running his mouth, the expressionless Aisling quietly drove a hard elbow into him.
"Gah—"
"Talk!"
Roy immediately doubled over like a shrimp after taking Aisling's elbow, clutching his stomach with a helpless smile.
"My Ancient Magic can suppress the Obscurus."
Aisling remained as cold as ever after hearing Roy's answer, as though she did not care in the slightest about Mia's life or Roy's circumstances. She merely offered a bland congratulations.
"Is that so? Congratulations."
Roy and Aisling walked past Harry's ward. The Weasley family was still inside catching up with Harry, so Aisling and Roy sat on the bench opposite his room and waited for them to come out.
"How long until she wakes up?"
Sitting beside Roy, Aisling asked in an icy voice.
"Probably within the next couple of days."
Roy had long grown accustomed to Aisling being like this. You could not expect too much from a troubled girl who had watched her parents die horribly before her eyes as a child. As long as her heart was in the right place, that was enough.
"When are you going back to Austria?"
Roy leaned back against the hospital bench with his hands behind his head and