Fiona thought for a moment. "Let me check your pulse."
Hester looked at her in surprise. "You know holistic medicine?"
"My great-grandfather was an herbalist. He ran a little clinic back in our hometown. I picked up a few things growing up. I'm no expert, but I can read basic vitals."
Hester offered her wrist. "What made you want to study psychology instead?"
"Just a personal interest." Fiona placed her fingers lightly over Hester's pulse point, quietly assessing the rhythm.
After a few moments, she asked, "Night sweats?"
"Yeah. I wake up drenched sometimes. I usually have to change my pajamas."
"Vivid dreams, night sweats, heavy fatigue." Fiona withdrew her hand and gently patted Hester's wrist. "You're carrying too much mental weight. You need to relax your mind."
"Mental weight?" Hester frowned slightly. "But I actually feel like I'm doing much better lately."
"Oh?" Fiona tilted her head, batting her pretty eyes innocently. "Well, maybe I'm just rusty! It's been a while."
Hester laughed, not overthinking it. "I'll go get some rest."
Once Hester disappeared up the stairs, the playful smile instantly vanished from Fiona's face. Her brow furrowed into a tight knot.
She pulled out her phone and quickly typed out a text:
*[She's having vivid dreams. Her vitals are stable, but the night sweats and memory lapses mean she's likely dreaming of the past. The hypnosis is wearing off. We need to keep her completely stress-free. Absolutely no sudden shocks!]*
...
Gael landed in Coralton the next morning.
The night before, Seraphina's production team had released an official statement, announcing that to combat the vicious online rumors, the show was pivoting to a completely live format. The broadcast was set to launch at 2:00 PM today.
Gael touched down at 11:00 AM. She brought someone with her, and they headed straight for the production camp.
On the way, Hester called with one final reminder.

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