"Tap!"
Richard stopped searching for Eight-Armed Skeleton Anan, glanced at Pandora sitting in front of the door, raised his eyebrows, and stepped closer.
He approached, sat down next to Pandora at the door, and remained silent for a dozen seconds without speaking.
After a few seconds, Richard slightly turned his head, looked at Pandora, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing much." Pandora tried to lift her foot, pretending to fly, then placed it back on the ground, pouting as she replied, "Just suddenly feeling a bit bored."
"Bored? That's easy to handle." Richard said, "I'm about to leave here and go to a distant place. Once we get there, it'll be a whole new environment. You can treat it as a trip—though that place might be somewhat barren, but barren landscapes have their own charm, don't they?"
"Okay." Pandora nodded, responding somewhat lethargically.
Richard furrowed his brow, looked at Pandora, and asked somewhat worriedly, "Are you sick?"
