By the time Elora dragged the not fully-dried bed back inside her cell, it was dusk already. Her body shivered from the cold cloth she wore; it wasn't fully dried before the sunset. Her body aches from exhaustion, and her eyes inches with cravings for deep sleep.
She looked at the bed exhaustedly and swallowed down some saliva, which made her realize how dry her throat was.
" You can't sleep here tonight, the bed is wet and your body is cold,"
" Where else would I sleep?" she asked yawning,
" You're already shivering, sleeping here would only give you a fiver," Naya said worriedly,
" Someone would think you care with the way you're talking,"
" That's because I do,"
" I hope you don't expect me to trust that."
Lack of trust is what Naya has gotten accustomed to since she got trappe
