Nyx couldn't help but glare at the light. Not only did it seem to offend her on an instinctual level, but it also caused her to have issues intimidating people as well as she had before. That wasn't to say it was pointless, but no one had reacted like the fat man or those people when she escaped since they had installed the lights.
It also made her feel weak and sluggish like she was trying to push through an ocean of water at high speed. She also found that she was sleeping a lot more than she had ever done before as if the light was messing with her energy.
It had been over a week since Nyx had woken up, and the only word she had said, was Nyx. And that was only when someone called her Camilia.
Now Nyx knew that princess wasn't some vulgar sex pet name, she didn't really mind it so wouldn't react, it was a title after all and not her name, but she couldn't stand being called Camilia and had broken her vow of silence pretty quickly.
The doctors had all assumed it was due to her creating a separate personality cope with the horrors she had suffered, and were quick to play along with it while trying to gently coax her back to her old self.
Even the guards had been instructed to call her Nyx or princess, and as none of them had ever met her before, it very quickly became the default name everyone associated her with.
A snort of laughter came from the other side of the room, the only one who refused to call her Nyx and instead, settled on Sis, Harold. "Who would have thought that after making it all the way down to the third floor, a fart would have got you caught. Sis, I'm disappointed."
Nyx's raptor-like gaze locked onto her brother, causing him to sense impending danger as her mouth opened and closed a few times, conflicted. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she felt the burning desire to clear her name, but at the same time, wanted to keep her silence.
Nyx could only assume that she really had fully merged and identified with this body, and anger at the tiny, insignificant issue of having someone blame her for passing wind, which she didn't commit, was a quirk she had picked up somehow.
Even she couldn't believe she had revealed herself to prove it wasn't her, something she would have never done in a previous body or mindset.
That gaze, one that felt like it could freeze oceans, moved to the female guard and Nyx's glare intensified.
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The woman laughed, seemingly unaffected by Nyx's stare, yet if one were to look closely, they would see a light sheen of sweat on her brow. "I have to say when I let rip and blamed Nyx for the awful stench to the others; I couldn't believe it when she jumped out and started pointing at me."
While she sounded crude and vulgar, which was her natural personality, the reason the woman was acting like this was that the behaviour seemed to amuse the princess and enabled her to break down the wall she had built around herself. It was so efficient, that apart from Harold who wouldn't take no for an answer the guard was the only one Nyx would allow near. Even after foiling Nyx's latest escape attempt, which Nyx was still seemed to be sulking about.
"Come on Nalia, stop teasing Sis. While you seem to get away with it, others will end up suffering," said Harold as he tilted his head towards the collection of doctors. He wasn't really thrilled about the foul speaking woman, but seeing as his sister liked her, he didn't raise any objections.
Harolds eyes revealed a sad, pained look as he looked at his sister, wondering if she would ever return to the woman he knew as the older doctor pushed his glasses up his nose and gave a light cough.
"Princess, as I was saying, we have finished the tests, and your body seems to be in perfect health. If you would just speak to us, we could let you go home as soon as tomorrow."
Nyx turned towards the doctor, scrutinising him before revealing a cold smile and flopping back on her pillow. While it wasn't like she couldn't talk, letting them come up with their own conclusions, to fit what they expected had surprisingly worked out in her favour. To top it all off, she really didn't want to meet Camilia's parents.
She couldn't think of the reason why, but Nyx felt really uncomfortable, almost nervous at the prospect.
Nyx had tried to escape the hospital many times, but it seemed the guards had not only been warned about her skills but that she was a cultivator. It seemed impossible, no matter how many tricks and methods she tried.
Though, she did refrain from hurting anyone seriously. Nyx knew that while she abided by that rule, the kid gloves would remain on and the guards wouldn't do anything that would be too heavy. In fact, when the situation had turned hopeless, she often gave herself up willingly and followed them back.
This caused a few of the guards to suspect this was just a game or cry for attention, but the majority realised that while it wasn't as dull or dangerous as they had been told, it was due to the unspoken but well-understood truce between them — one that, unfortunately, hadn't extended to the doctors that tried to examine her body.
The doctor sighed, looking to his colleges that returned sympathetic gazes. Moving his sight to Harold, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment before opening his mouth. "Are you sure?"
Nyx frowned at the man's words, turning her head slightly so she could see Harold's face, wondering what they were planning this time.
Harold nodded, a dazzling smile on his lips. "A hundred per cent. Her body is fine, and there seem to be no issues with her mind, unless someone provokes her, which is a normal response. Tomorrow, I'm taking her home."
The doctor looked like he wanted to say something else, but Harold beat him to it, folding his arms as if his words were law. "So what if she doesn't want to talk? She's my sister; she can do as she likes."