gpt
Chisha:  “Finally up, are you?” Someone, just a face in profile, spoke to her as her eyes fluttered open on the bed.
human
Arakiya:  Arakiya found herself looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling, but a quick glance to the side revealed a man in most unusual raiment, pure white from head to toe.
gpt
Arakiya:  “You’re all white…”
human
Chisha:  “It’s Chisha Gold. I wish that you would at least take the effort to remember my name. Merely my own opinion, of course.” Chisha, as he called himself, showed no change of expression despite his complaint.
gpt
Arakiya:  Arakiya paid no heed to his objection. Arakiya felt something was wrong; she brought a hand to her left eye.
human
Chisha:  “Consider it the price you paid in exchange for being left with your life. Much like how I’ve turned white as snow. But the important thing is that, indeed, both of us are alive.” When he saw Arakiya’s fingers brush her eyelid, Chisha explained calmly,
gpt
Arakiya:  “The princess. Where?”
human
Chisha:  “You mean Lady Prisca? I’m afraid she’s quite dead.”
gpt
Arakiya:  “!” Arakiya drew a sharp breath.
human
Arakiya:  Arakiya's right eye, the one remaining to her, opened wide, and she reached violently toward Chisha, seeking to wring his pale neck.
gpt
Chisha:  “Oops! Not now—you’re still convalescing."