This place did not feel like home anymore. Everything was so strange, so foreign. Everything seemed cold and suffocating. The bed, the same bed she was supposed to share, felt heavy on her heart, tugging at her guilt with every minute spent there.
When she found herself alone, Elanor wrapped the blanket around her and got up from the bed, scurrying to one of the corners of the rooms, curling there, with her knees against her chest. She hid her face into her arms and sank into her thoughts, allowing her pained heart to take over.
"How is she?"
"Tired, I guess." Marina whispered in a low voice as she tried to find something for Elanor to wear. "What do you think she would like to eat?" She muffled her question, without looking at the man.
Aeolian was leaning against the door frame, watc
