Mitchell's Part
Mitchell turned her gaze to the door from where she was lyimg on the bed immediately she heard a knock, she had stayed in the room after she and Donald spoke in the passageway leading to the Den.
"Come in," Mitchell said, after she heard the knock a second time, sitting up on the bed, lifting her hand to brush her hair backwards to pull the strands of hair that fell over her face. She adjusted herself on the bed as she saw that it was Donald.
"I hope I did not disturb you," Donald asked, as he took a few steps into the room.
"No you didn't," Mitchell said, shrugging her shoulders a little bit, and pulling the stands of her hair backwards again even when it did not really fall over her face.
Donald peered at her and felt a little sorry for her, knowing that she was a
