Yucas's physical condition was not actually all that bad. She had always been in excellent shape, after all, and the lingering effects of her prolonged unconsciousness might only require some quiet rest.
The official story was, naturally, that Yucas had also taken part in the Alt Conglomerate's mission to rescue Noel. Unfortunately, Miss Yucas had been injured in the process and had no choice but to recuperate in the hospital for a while.
Since the hospital belonged to the Alt Conglomerate, the Peacekeeping Forces had no clear picture of her condition. The explanation they received was that the situation had been too urgent to report immediately. Yucas had not been missing for very long, either, so they successfully glossed the whole matter over.
Whether the higher-ups in the Peacekeeping Forces believed it was none of their concern.
Back in the Recovery Room, the two tacitly avoided discussing work and chatted about idle matters instead.
Sunlight spilled over the soft quilt. After Jonas's earlier remark, Yucas suddenly felt that her clothes were a little tight.
She felt a little resentful toward Jonas but did not show it. Then she heard him say:
"I get the feeling you don't really have a sense of your own charm, Miss Yucas."
"No one has ever mentioned that to me."
Yucas tilted her head and looked at Jonas.
"But I'm still very much aware of my own charm."
Jonas was at something of a loss for how to respond.
He felt that this girl switched between conceit and innocence far too naturally.
"Our perception of ourselves often comes from what society and our families instill in us... perhaps you were raised not to pay much attention to appearances, Miss Yucas. In that case, your parents must have placed more value on inner qualities."
"Actually,