"Atula?"
A squad of patrolling soldiers recognized the woman.
"Could it really be you? I thought I was mistaken."
"They all said you were dead. Forgive me, I don't know how to express my joy right now."
"Flora?" Atula was equally surprised as she stepped forward to reminisce with the young Titan girl. "I'm glad you're okay. How have things been in the city these days?"
"How else could it be? Thousands of corpses are carried out of the prison every day, the cells are already filled with bodies. We're only spared because of our strong bodies; the plague can't affect us."
Flora, holding the reins, shook her head atop the robust sheep-horned horse, her expression not optimistic.
"But it's been tough for us too, all the dirty and hard work is given to us."
"Who knows when these days will end."
"Let's not talk about this. It's rare to meet, let's chat about old times. Remember the last time..."
