•Dahlia•
Something else… Something else like what? Ever since Tyrion’s words came back to my head, I hadn’t been able to get them out. Since this morning, I’ve been going through several thought processes.
Yet, I couldn’t think of any kind of creature that could rival a blood witch. Something that was supposedly worse than a blood witch. Did it truly exist?
Just as I had this thought, there was a knock on the door of my room.
“Come in,” I gave the person permission.
A moment later, Becca walked into my room with a tray holding a glass of milk. She walked towards me and said, “I heard that you were having a difficult time falling asleep. Warm milk helps a lot.”
When she reached my front, she offered the tall glass to me and I smiled a little. It felt good when people were being good t
