OCTAVIA'S POV
The door opened without prior notice again, and I was cooped up in bed shivering like my act had been. Helen passed me curious glances; she would always barge into the room four fifteen days now, hoping to catch me off guard. I wasn't certain what part of me was being a witch, didn't she understand? I could fake pretend for as long as I wanted without anyone noticing a single thing off.
As usual, she has to dust off the room. Weeping, then the final step was checking if they had cooled down. She then reaches it out towards me, offering that I took the tea, which I did.
She turned toward the door and stopped in her steps.
"You should go for a walk today; getting cramped up in the room all day isn't nice; besides, it's good to show people you are still alive and n
