Anastasia looked at Samsul utterly confused. Her hands dropped to her side as she walked over to him. She placed her hand on his forehead, "Samsul..... Are you alright? My mother.... she's... dead...." She took his hand, trying not to look upset at the conversation of her mother. It had been sometime but the wound still felt fresh. She let out a bit of a shaky sigh, "She's been dead for over a year... Did you maybe see her in your dream? You were quite tired when you got back..... Maybe you were mistaken..."