"Will she ever recover?" Felix squatted before his mother. She sat still, as she had for the past two weeks, with her eyes gazing out the window. We had taken claim to the castle. DeNeigh was nowhere to be found and no one argued.
It hurt to even look at her. It was my fault that she was like this. If I hadn't got distracted then it never would have happened. It has...been busy. I barely had time to think. Let alone dwell. But as time slows down, a weight in my heart seems to grow heavy. I don't know how Felix or his sister can stand to look at me.
Annabella's room was the fixed version of DeNeigh's. It didn't take long to fix it thanks to the dragons.
We got her a chair to face the only window where we move her in the morning. She hasn't said a word, nor really moved a muscle, since.
