Arianna's POV.
I hissed in pain as Sofie tidied up my wounds. She raised her head to glare at me and I shut up immediately. She continued to clean them and I watched her, Sofie was just a big softie. She glared at me, but I knew that she was worried about me. That's why she was angry.
"Sofie, I didn't get seriously injured. You know that, so don't be mad, okay?" I said softly and she sighed and dropped what she held in her hands.
"I'm not angry. I know it's not your fault, but I was wrong to take you to the west wing anyway. If I hadn't done that, you wouldn't have gotten into a fight with her."
"That fight was bound to happen. It was only a matter of time before Sara tried to hurt me, so don't blame yourself. Plus, I don't think she's in a good mental Condition." I said as I frowned
