Abasdarhon's Castle

When the stranger disappeared, Maylin sighed sadly. The only thing she thought at that moment was, "I hope he finds his cat."
The Collapsist hadn't fully processed everything that had happened, so the girl stood for a while, contemplating everything she had learned.
How much time had actually passed? Seconds, minutes, hours? Maylin had no idea how long her walk had been or how much they had talked to the man who had revealed so much knowledge to such a fragile girl.
Perhaps Maylin would have continued to stand there, and she would have had to guess again how many hours she had spent on it, but reality brought her back when she heard the voice of the stranger, whom she had subdued to help her collect plants for Cristallo. What irony. Even in relation to him, albeit without malicious intent, she didn't act entirely decently...
— Oh, thank you so much, sir! — Maylin smiled, coming to her senses. — I don't know what I would have done without your help... By the way, you mentioned that you need a structuralist, and that you need help finding him... But let's not get ahead of ourselves, let's at least get to know each other first. My name is Maylin, and what is your name?