Asta rubbed her forehead; the last thing she wanted was to have Abel visit when she obviously wasn't feeling well, but she knew he was a bit on the run recently--and that he could only visit when he had time. Being practical, she knew she had to take advantage of the time she had.

Being impractical, she hated people to see her weak.

Attempting to ignore the throbbing, Asta rose to her feet and headed towards the main entrance. He'll be here soon.