Seeing there was no one in the hall she almost ran back to her room and shut it close behind her. Uneven sounds of breath were heard in the quiet room and something told her that it wasn't because she dashed out of the main hall. She patted her hand on her chest to lull it to be still. It was only recently did she come to realize that everytime Leonard stepped to close to her her heart would beat as if it couldn't contain itself. Was she catching a fever? Placing her hand on her forehead she scrunched her brows. It didn't seem like she had a fever.
Lightly patting her cheeks three to four times with her fingers in an effort to get herself together she went to the basin and leaned forward to look at the small mirror she had bought from the fair for herself. The stem really did take revenge on her for not cutting it with care.
