The floor creaked lightly under the weight of Marina's footsteps, catching her attention. With unease, she peaked from under the pile of blankets, her eyes following the red haired woman. A crooked smile crossed Marina's lips when their eyes met. She had the feeling she was dealing with a child at this moment. To hell with it, it was actually so much harder than dealing with a child. Almost like trying to tame a wild animal.
To her surprise, when she got close to the bed, Elanor pushed the blankets away and sat up. Her hand went through her hair, and pinned it up with ease. Her face was stern, like a sea before a storm, and there was something fierce written in her eyes, burning like a flame.
"He left." Elanor stated bluntly, looking at the closed door, before turning to Marina. "Good.
