Byron was shocked when she told him how long he had been in a coma.
"Nine months?" he had shouted.
Well, she didn't exactly say nine months. They had had a casual conversation where he asked who she was and all.
"How long have I been in a coma?"
"What's a coma?"
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Nine moons," she had replied and Byron had supposed moons meant months.
Apparently, her name was Lucille. She was a nymph of the small river that ran through the meadows of the island in the middle of the lake Byron had seen back when he was flying with Keza. Perhaps that's why she somehow looked like Queen Otrera. They were both nymphs, after all. Might as well have had the same ancestry.
Lucille had seen them fall and had rushed to the site and rescued him.
"Where's Keza?" Byron had asked, looking around as if he expected to find her beside him.
"Who?"
"The girl I was with."
"I didn't see her. She might be dead."
